Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Back to Basics
I have not written in a long while and for that I apologise. I am now working on a new story that I hope you will like.
Chapter 1
Sophie was a beautiful dark-haired mother with a podgy teenage son and a broken marriage to an unsuccessful stock broker. She was a graphic designer who was in huge demand for her skills and services. Her artistic skills and ability to mock up samples and other promotional material from her beautiful drawings was a rare skill. Whether it be paper or cardboard packaging or display cards, she had the printing technology and skills to make it look as if it was fresh off the production line.
These talents also extended into fabrics and cloth products as she had been taught needlework by her mother who was a fine seamstress. She made all of her own clothes and when money was short (after her husband had walked out with the office tart); she had made new curtains and furniture coverings to replace those that stank of the filthy cigars he smoked and that she had hated so much.
Her son Adrian has been six, when her husband announced that he was setting up house with tarty Tania ten years previously. Sophie had no problems keeping custody of her son, nor did she object to Adrian seeing his father on a regular basis. He and Tania had a child a year afterwards and it was fair to say that Adrian was less special when their house was consumed with a baby that spent most of the time wailing. Adrian’s room became the nursery and it was fair to say that Tania was ill-equipped for motherhood. There seemed to be dummies and bibs left in every room of the house, while wet terry nappies dried on radiators and on a drying frame in front of the fire. He was reduced to sleeping on the couch when he stayed with his father.
The thrill of the change of seeing his father diminished as the baby took over their household and by the time the baby was a toddler Adrian was making excuses not to go over. Instead, he began to appreciate his home with his mother and quickly realised that he could use his father and Tania as a bargaining tool and play them off against his mother. Sophie realised that she had the opportunity to strengthen her bond with her son and pamper to some of his whims.
Over the next eight years, little by little, Adrian slowly transformed from an athletic polite young man into a rather plump arrogant slob, who sat around watching television, playing games on his Gameboy or doing who-knows-what on his laptop. The visits to his father had dropped from a few times per month to maybe six times a year. They now had three children, with the latest baby being two years old.
Sophie was more than fed up with his attitude and the way he treated her as a servant. A servant who provided often elaborate and expensive gifts she mused as she prepared supper for the two of them. Sophie made herself a tuna salad, intent on maintaining her splendid figure. In order to keep the peace, she was making Adrian hamburger and chips with onion rings in batter, as there was no chance that he would eat salad or vegetables. No wonder he was putting on weight she thought.
“Dinner’s ready” she shouted. Adrian was watching cartoons on the television in the lounge next door, snuggling under a blanket.
“In a minute” he shouted back “I am watching the end of the Flintstones”
“Now” shouted back Sophie getting fed up with the disobedience
“Bring it on a tray and I will eat it while I watch TV”, shouted back Adrian.
“You WILL NOT” retorted an exasperated Sophie
“Chuck it away then. I will phone for a take away” replied the insolent boy
Sophie realised at that moment that things had to change. She picked up his plate of food, marched in to the lounge, pulled back his blanket, upturned the plate into his lap and pulled the blanket back over him. “Bon appetite” she snarled. Adrian looked astounded and was lost for words.
Sophie decided that a plan was sorely required in order to deal with her son who was running out of control. His school work was appalling and his results were awful - he stood little chance of passing his exams next year. His weight was far too high and he was rather short for his age which made his body mass index even more of a concern. His rudeness and lack of any sort of help around the house made him an unwelcome parasite. How sadly her love had been repaid.
She decided that things had been better when her husband had lived with her and they had all been together. So it was that her plan began…..
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Totally cool to see you back this is a stellar beginning please keep going. I hope mommy uses hypnosis to babyfi him.
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There's a few different ways I could see this going, so I'm excited to see where you take us.
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Thank you for the interest shown so far in this story. I will try and post a little and often rather than a lot infrequently!
Chapter 2
Sophie had a sister called Sandra and it was in times of stress and worry that she leaned on her older sibling for support and advice. Sandra was a doctor and practicing psychologist, so well placed for giving some advice on her unruly son and (off the record) maybe some treatment as well. So it was that Sophie was sitting with her sister’s lounge to discuss what to do about Adrian.
“He is turning into a slob Sandy and I don’t seem to be able to do anything about it” she explained. “I threw his dinner into his lap last night; he was being such an ass” she said with her face grinning all the while.
Sandra picked up on her facial expression immediately “That is the first time I have seen you smile, and clearly you thoroughly enjoyed dragging him down a peg or two from his lofty perch” she replied thoughtfully in a way that psychiatrists do. “This might be your strategy going forward, if you intend to preserve any level of self-respect and confidence” she added. “It is perfectly clear that this young man thinks that he has become an adult and has earned the right to become an alpha male, when in fact, all he has achieved is a self-centered arrogance.”
“But he is so rude and lazy” said Sophie “he seems to think that the whole world revolves around him bringing all that he desires with no effort required on his part”.
“Like a baby” said Sandra “cries and food appears by magic, wails and is changed into a clean nappy, sobs and receives comfort”.
“Put like that, I can clearly see the similarities” agreed Sophie
“So, you need to drag him down from…. How old is he now?”
“Fifteen” answered Sophie
“… drag him down from 15 years to something more appropriate, say 15 months!”
“And just how do you think I can achieve such a thing?” asked Sophie “he is a hard case to crack”
“Not at all” comforted Sandra “it has to be done little step by little step. A demeaning comment here and there, with a readjustment of his horizons and standards. You praise him for childish achievements, ignore anything remotely adult and slowly erode his confidence. We need to work on a number of critical areas. First, we need to reduce his status at the dining table and at the same time bring his diet into line with dealing with his obesity. Second, we must look carefully at his toileting, personal hygiene and related issues; and trust me, these can be very humiliating for him and an essential part of our plan for his future. Finally, you mentioned that he had started smoking and this is nothing more than an oral fixation and addiction that needs to be replaced with a more appropriate alternative.
“I want you to bring Adrian into my surgery this week so I can give him a thorough examination and maybe prescribe some medication that might help with his problems” she said with a rather sly little wink to her sister and a huge smile. “We need to make a plan, as there will be extensive purchases that you will have to make in order to cater for each of the stages that Adrian is going to have to go through and you are going to need all of your skills and talents to make the whole process believable. Creditability is vital in this process, which is going to take time, indeed it could well take a whole year to achieve a conclusion to the process and we need to time things so that the final stages are met by the end of the summer holidays
Sophie took a long swig from her coffee mug and let out a huge sigh of relief as a way forward seemed to be possible.
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This story is very promising !! Love your stories Antonia glad to see a new one
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Antonia, this story is showing a lot of potential so far! I love how forthcoming you are being about Adrian's potential trajectory, yet still leaving a bit of mystery as to the specifics of what his future transformation will entail. I can't wait for more!
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So good!
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I am very intrigued to see where Adrian's taken. Seems like there are a lot of plans in place for him, but I doubt he'll be too keen!
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Chapter 3
A week or so passed as Sophie started to assemble and prepare for the next stages of the ‘master plan’ discussed with her sister.
Sophie awoke with a feeling of vigour and determination. She showered with hope and determination in her heart. Towelled and dried, she dressed in her sporting underwear ready for the trials ahead; finally putting on a pair of jogging pants and a sweat top that showed her breasts to their absolute magnificence.
She prepared a ‘special fruit juice’ for Adrian’s breakfast then went up to get him out of bed. It was 8 o’clock and almost two hours earlier than he would normally get up on a Saturday.
“Rise and shine sweetheart” she announced whilst pulling away the duvet to reveal her son to the world.
“Get away from me you bitch” he yelled back.
Sophie got hold of his ear and, not sparing the pinch, yanked him up into a sitting position. “Today we are going to start tackling your obesity” she told him, “You are turning into a little fatty, aren’t you? Now we don’t want our foul-mouthed little boy to end up with a cardiac problem in later life, do we?”
Still holding onto his ear, she dragged him out of bed and led him into his en-suite bathroom.
“Let go of me” he shouted then let out a string of expletives that would not be appropriate to repeat here. Sophie turned her thumb nail inwards on his ear and slowly started to penetrate the soft flesh. The mature language slowly turned to a whimpering as she twisted and squeezed his ear until he was almost bent double. He was now at the edge of the shower and with one last super pinch that drew blood, he fell into the shower and started grizzling like a baby.
“Take off your jammies sweetheart and pass them to Mummy, then we can get you nice and clean in time for breakfast.” Adrian was significantly more compliant and with big tears in his eyes passed out his night clothes. Sophie turned on the shower for him and let him wash.
She went back in to her room and retrieved the clothes he was going to wear that day. The t-shirt she had bought on line but the overalls she had made herself. The underwear she had bought from a specialist supplier. She returned to his room and made his bed.
Adrian finished his ablutions and came back into his room. “I don’t need you in here” he exclaimed “get out”.
Sophie put the clothes on the bed, and grabbed his other ear, noting with some pleasure that the first ear she had grabbed was extremely red. “Now we can do this the hard way or we can do what Mummy says from now on. What do you think?”
Adrian conceded that going along with his mother was probably the best option. “Do you have to look?” he whined.
“Come on don’t dawdle”, said Sophie “get those underpants on; there is nothing that I haven’t seen before.”
“But they are made of towelling” he complained
“They are thermal survival pants” explained Sophie “I bought them as a special treat for you”
“This t-shirt is a bit juvenile, isn’t it?” moaned Adrian
“You like the Flintstones” said Sophie “the other night you didn’t want to come to dinner because you liked them so much!”
“What are these?” asked Adrian holding up the trousers.
“Joggers” replied Sophie
“But there isn’t a fly, how do I go to the toilet?”
“You lower them silly”. He pulled them on complaining that they were a girly shade of pale blue. Sophie tied the cord at the front, but instead of a bow she ‘accidentally’ tied a knot. She stood back and looked at her son in his rather juvenile sissy clothes that would have looked just fine on a six-year-old. “You look very smart, let’s go have breakfast”.
Adrian put on his pale blue socks hardly noticing that they had a lacy frill around the tops.
Sophie cooked a healthy breakfast of scrambled eggs on wholemeal toast with a small addition from the pharmacy that she had picked up earlier in the week using Sandra’s prescription. Adrian slurped on his drink as the eggs were being prepared. He squirted a generous helping of tomato ketchup all over them much to the disappointment of his mother who had cooked them to perfection. No matter she thought, the tomato sauce had additional additives not added by Heinz.
Adrian was hungry and ate his eggs with relish, his mother replenished his fruit juice and was pleased when Adrian took another large gulp. By the end of the breakfast, he had consumed three large glasses.
“Come on let’s go” she said piling the dishes into the sink “we are going for a lovely walk just you and me.”
“But I don’t want to go” groaned Adrian in a whiney voice.
“Look at the state of you Adrian, my lovely boy is a wreck and I want to help you look good again. If you carry on like this you will suffer all sorts of health conditions. I’m only trying to look after you” she explained kindly. “Sorry I was rough with you this morning, but it was for your own good darling. Things have got to change around here and I am going to make sure they happen – okay?”
Adrian nodded. Sophie met him by the front door and offered him the armholes to his coat, a coat that he did not recognise. It was a pale blue anorak with a hood. It looked a bit like something a sissy might wear. He started to complain, but the stern looks on his mother’s face cut short any protests. She had bought him some new shoes to complete his outfit and a pair of blue Startrite sandals were really childish.
They set off on their walk. Their house was not too far from the sea and it was a glorious sunny day with a gentle breeze – a perfect day for rambling. Sophie had picked up a small rucksack that she had packed with snacks and drinks for the journey. A good walk would start Adrian on his weight loss programme and bring her precious boy back to her.
They had been walking for an hour when Adrian realised that he should have gone to the toilet before they had left. The glasses of juice were beginning to make themselves felt on his bladder and the high loading of diuretics were not making the situation any easier for him to handle. Had he known that the ketchup was loaded with sedative and muscle relaxant, then he might not have applied it so liberally to his eggs.
“Mum,” he said “I could really do with going to the loo”.
“Oh, Adrian!” she scolded him “How old are you? Why didn’t you go before we left? There is nowhere to go up here on the Downs is there? I cannot see any bushes or trees you could go behind. You’re not a baby anymore, so we can’t just lower your pants and let you have a pee in the open can we, baby?”
She grabbed his hand and started to pick up the pace so they could make it to the sea front where there was a public convenience. “Best foot forward, we’ll soon be there, sweetheart”. Adrian wanted to clutch his crotch to try and help his aching bladder, but after twenty minutes of walking at quite a fast pace he felt a small trickle escape him. He realised that they were almost at the sea front where there were some toilets that were built into the under cliff.
“You go wee wee baby, and Mummy buy us an ice cream!” she said knowing how desperate he was. She also knew that she could get away with anything with her son in his present condition.
Adrian dived into the toilets and noticed that it was quite empty. He stood in front of the urinal and tried to tug down his jogging trousers but the cord holding them up was too tight. The pressure to release his bladder was now mighty as he found the tight knot tied by his mother. His fingers plucked at the closure and desperately pulled at the knot – thank goodness it was starting to come undone – another small squirt of urine escaped him. He renewed his attempts to free the knot – another squirt – then it was open! Blessed relief, he tugged down his trousers and lowered his pants. He relieved himself, and as he did so, realised that his ‘thermal survival pants’ were quite wet. The terry towelling had absorbed most of his accident, but not quite all of it, because a small dark patch was now clearly visible on the front of his pale blue joggers.
He then had a horrible revelation – his so-called ‘thermal survival pants’ were nothing more that nappy pants or toddler training pants designed for infants that had not quite mastered the art of potty training. A terrible rage started to boil up within him as he stormed out to meet his mother.
“Oh, baby!” she exclaimed “you’ve had an accident, darling. Are you wet?” she tried to say it softly lest the man in the ice cream van could hear. Adrian tried to cover the patch with his coat but it was a little too short. She offered him one of the ice cream cones she held in her hand and he accepted it to delay and offset the embarrassing conversation that was unfolding.
They ate their ice creams looking at the sea, Adrian had his front tight up against the sea wall to hide his embarrassing wet patch, but the coldness of the wall just made his wet training pants feel even more uncomfortable as the wetness began to cool.
Sophie decided not to make an issue of his accident, but instead dug into her rucksack and pulled out a clean pair of pants in a plastic package.
“You dressed me in toddler nappy pants” he berated his mother “why would you do that?”
“No, I didn’t” said his mother folding open the cardboard header card that was stapled to the plastic bag containing the pants. Read this” she ordered. The card had the name of a well-known adventurer and ‘Thermal Survival Pants” for when the trail is long and hard.
Adrian looked angry and then looked relieved
“See?” demanded Sophie “they are used by adult explorers and adventurers, ‘Nappy Pants’ indeed!” she laughed. Probably one of the best graphic designs she had ever accomplished she thought to herself smugly. It had taken an hour or so; and she had been very careful to destroy all evidence of the original packaging describing them as an adult incontinence aid, also suitable for adult babies in training.
“You might like to put on a clean pair and put the wet pair back in this bag sweetheart” she suggested handing him the packet. He took the bag and went back into the toilets and chose a stall to change his underwear. The pants he took off were really quite wet and stained a bright yellow at the front from the high content of vitamin C in his drink and to some extent the diuretics.
He pulled on the clean pair and immediately appreciated the dry soft warmth of the terry towelling fabric against him. He put the soiled pair in the plastic bag pulled up his joggers and tied the cord in a bow.
His mother took the dirty pair and put them in what Adrian recognised as a nappy sack – his father’s children and their needs had shown him all these things. His mother took out a flask and poured him out a cup of tea and put it on the sea wall. She gave him an energy bar made from her ‘special’ trail mix.
“Isn’t this lovely?” she asked him “just you and me, this beautiful view and some special time together?” She turned him towards her and pulled him in to her chest for a loving hug. Her hand drifted down to the seat of his trousers so she could feel his training pants which were slightly thicker than his first pair. She held him tight and he responded by hugging her back.
They decided to complete their circular walk home and held hands as they climbed the many steps to reach the top of the cliffs in preparation for their journey back across the downs. Adrian unused to taking as much exercise, relaxed and sedated by the drugs he had been fed, was starting to feel a bit floppy by the time they were half way home. It was with horror that he realised that not only was his bladder beginning to complain again but now there was another problem looming – he needed to go.
“Are you alright, baby?” asked Sophie sensing with glee that her son was in difficulties again.
“Not really” replied Adrian “I have to go again”. His face looked pained and distraught.
“Well, you’re not a baby are you, surely you can make it home?”
“But I need to do the other thing?” he whined
“What do you mean?” asked Sophie knowing full well what was happening
“I need to do a poo, Mummy” he said with tears welling up in his eyes
“What?!” exclaimed Sophie “How old are you? You just hang on until we get home”
The two of them speeded up their walk, Sophie gripped Adrian’s hand and dragged him along as his unfit body struggled to cope with the pace. It was by good luck that Adrian made it into the loo in time, but not without a little brown staining in the back of his pants. Things were not that good at the front of his pants either, as a leakage had more than dampened the front as well. He did the best he could to clean himself up with toilet tissue but the damage could be seen on the outside of his underwear.
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Thank you for giving us another of your wonderful stories.
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I'm not sure which is more delightful: Adrian's fast decline or the way he just accept that his toddler pants are not toddler pants. I can't imagine he was wearing very mature underwear before with how readily he accepted what seems like a pretty transparent lie about them being for adventurers!
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Chapter 4
Adrian finished up by thoroughly washing his hands and then rearranging himself so that he could recover his composure and join his mother in the kitchen, where she was unloading her back pack. When he came downstairs, he was more than surprised to see his mother's sister Sandra making them a drink in the kitchen. "Hello, surprise!" She welcomed him "I saw you rushing in. You looked like a boy about to potty in his pants. Did you manage to make it in time?" Adrian hoped that there were no marks left on the front of his joggers to give his game away.
“You okay, sugar plum?” she asked kindly looking at Adrian quizzically.
“Yeah, all good this end” responded Adrian knowing that his underwear was in less than pristine condition and rather bad at both ends.
“So how did you find your new thermal underwear, darling? Comfortable? Did they keep you nice and warm? I was so envious of you; my cotton pants are definitely NOT thermal” she emphasised with a laugh”. “Did you know they have other types in their range? They have some that have a waterproof covering for really wet conditions like snow boarding or kayaking. It won’t be long now before the weather gets a lot wetter and not too long after that before it starts to get a bit snowy and wintery as well. I decided that I would get you a few pairs of the latest “Arctic Explorer Pants”. I know I took a chance, but I am sure you appreciated how comfortable you have been today and that these would be an excellent addition for our more adventurous expeditions. You know how that wet sea fret can come in off the sea and get right through your clothes, well this will be ideal. I am even thinking of getting some for myself but at the moment the range is only made for men – chauvinists!” she chortled.
Adrian looked less than impressed and at that moment felt like a toddler in training pants that had already protected his clothes from two near accidents. He knew that his half brother was wearing plastic lined nappy pants to graduate out of nappies as the first part of his potty training and before long he would achieve the simple terry towelling pants that he himself was wearing now. As he was progressing, Adrian felt that he was slowly regressing. It was all very confusing. He knew that he had really made his mother cross and he knew that he should stand up to her and take a stand, the trouble was that he was feeling so drained and so tired, almost weak.
The thing that bothered him most was the ‘thermal underwear’ because he was a keen fan of Bear Grylls and Sir Ranulph Fiennes – he watched all the programmes like that on the Discovery channel and National Geographic and would surely have remembered if they had worn such clothing. He opened up his laptop and hit the Firefox icon, but it did not connect. He scrolled through his other apps to Duckduckgo which he used for surfing then net and hopefully would not be followed. He knew his mother followed his internet history and kept this little secret imbedded deep inside his programme file directory. Duckduckgo was also non-operational. He looked at the Wi-Fi connection and it had 5 bars as normal, but it was showing that the internet was unavailable. Looking at the available connections he saw that there was another strong connection close by that was also very strong in signal but that he was sure had not been there a few days ago.
He thought long and hard, then remembered that he could connect to the internet using his mobile phone’s 3G. He went to his coat, then remembered that he had been given that hideous blue anorak and not put his mobile in it. It must be in his other coat. He opened his wardrobe and was almost struck dumb, most of his casual clothes had gone and only his school blazer, trousers and shirts seemed to be hanging in there. His jeans, jackets and other more adult attire had been replaced with brand new garments all with their tickets and on their original sales hangers.
He turned around to see his mother standing right behind him. “I knew you would be surprised” she said with a beaming smile on her face. “I have bought you all nice new things for when you lose all that flab and get fit again, baby. Only the best for my little boy”. Sandra (who had taken all the old stuff out and replaced it with the new) was into his room almost immediately. She too was smiling, but it was more of a smirk than a grin.
“Well? What do you say Tubby?” asked his aunt
Adrian stammered, he was cross and annoyed, this stuff was best described as girly, some of the things were even pink. “It’s a bit feminine, isn’t it? I mean, what boy wears pink and those yellow trousers are, well they’re sort of ...” he tried to choose his words carefully “they’re, they’re f-f-fu”, he stopped himself from saying the word “they’re f-frightful” he managed to blurt out.
Sandra and Sophie replied in unison “Don’t be silly! You are a handsome little man and you will look simply great in them once you have slimmed down a bit”.
“I can’t find my phone” he said “I think it was in my denim jacket”
“I didn’t see it when I was clearing out all your old clothes” said Sandra
“Well, where is all my stuff? Can’t I look through it, there are some things that I really want to keep.” asked Adrian
“Ah! That might be a problem” said Sandra “because I took all your stuff down to the charity shop, well all the stuff that might be saleable”. The rest is in the garden incinerator I am afraid.
Adrian was going incandescent and made to rush out to salvage what he could. His aunt pointed out the window to the dustbin-like burner that had flames shooting out of the lid with the little built-in chimney.
His mother pulled out her mobile phone from the back pocket of her jeans “I will call your phone to see where it is” she said. There was a ringing that came from his bedside table and Adrian rushed to open the little drawer.
“Surprise!” shouted Sophie “I bought you a brand-new phone, because I knew your old one was getting quite old”
Adrian pulled out the new phone which was best described as a pearly pink colour but in fairness was a far superior model to his old one. He was far from delighted and totally confused. “Thank you”, he said without conviction, but he knew full well that it cost a great deal of money. Besides he could always buy a case to hide the awful sissy-like colour. “Yes, thank you very much indeed, it is a really nice present thank you”. He said with more conviction as he thought his way through the problems.
His mother gave him a huge hug and squeezed him close, her hand being unable to resist feeling his bottom to make sure he was still wearing his terry nappy pants.
The women left his with his new iPhone. Adrian tried to open the internet and was partially successful but huge areas seemed to be locked off. His mother had set the child lock security and there were a huge number of search words and sites that were completely unavailable to him. He went to his contact list and cursed that she had not transferred the settings from his old phone. The only people in his contacts list were his mother, his aunt and his father.
All the games he played were gone, so he could not even use those to get in touch with his friends through that gaming media. In their place were a set of babyish games designed for small children. What was going on? He wondered with increasing worry.
He felt the call of nature again and went to relieve himself. His terry towelling pants were still a bit damp and beginning to smell a bit pissy (for lack of a better word). Once again, he was being overcome with a sense of overwhelming tiredness. He knew he was out of condition, he realised that he needed to lighten up (in weight and attitude) considerably and he knew that things between him and his mother had been getting worse and worse recently.
Now there was change in the air. His mother seemed far more relaxed, she seemed to have more time for him, although this continual use of words ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘little boy’ and others were starting to get on his nerves, she was a lot less abrasive and far cuddlier. Okay, the phone was a bit sissyish, but it was the latest model. He knew his mother was a dork when it came to iPhones, even though she was number one ace when it came to computers and peripherals. These things could be mended over time and he would set up his new phone later.
He fished out the piece of cardboard in his pocket – it was for his pants ‘Thermal Survival Pants” for when the trail is long and hard – he read the words again. Underneath it said “There are times on the trail where your scent is positively a danger to your very survival and could alert the very game you seek. It is a two-way street in the wild, not only is it important to stay downwind but also important to make sure you do not announce your presence that you are an available prey to wolves, bears and other predators. This survival garment will allow you a small release until such time that it is safe to go”. On the front was a flash that said “proven thermal protection in sub zero conditions”. The product confirmed that it was made in Turkey and Adrian had remembered when he ‘did’ Turkey in geography that one of their specialities was the finest towelling material. It all looked perfectly feasible, perhaps his comparison to what his younger siblings had worn (and the latest boy was wearing right now) was coincidental. He closed his laptop, put his new phone into his pocket and felt better about his underwear, albeit a bit damp.
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Poor little boy he never gonna know what hit him rsrs
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Superb i was wondering if you will go on with It Never Rains but it Pours?
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Late to the party here, but I wanted to say "(expletive), this story is so good!" I love the careful plotting of his downfall.
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I would like to start by saying how flattered I have been by the kind comments. The recent stories have been wonderful by the other authors and really inspired me to start writing again. Whether I return to "It never rains but it pours" is undecided right now, but it is not signed off as dead!
Chapter 5
Sophie stowed away their hiking gear and set about making lunch – a nourishing but well-balance soup served with crusty wholemeal bread. A home-made beef and vegetable broth made with organic vegetables and some barley.
They all sat at the table as his mother cut two thick slabs off the loaf for them both. Adrian took his first spoonful and raised it to his mouth, a small twitch or tremor caused a little to hit the front of his Fred Flintstone t-shirt to leave a brown circle. He did not notice, but Sophie did with more than a little excitement. The drug she had added to his tea in the morning was certainly having an effect on his coordination.
As Adrian tucked into the healthy food with relish, his hunger strengthened by the fresh air and unfamiliar exercise, he was careless with his eating and more and more droplets of soup fell on to his t-shirt. He picked up the napkin that lay on the table and unfolded it to dab at his spillages, but the damage was done.
“You did enjoy that didn’t you?” his mother asked “looks like my big boy could do with a bib judging by his t-shirt”. She ruffled his hair “I am so pleased you enjoyed it darling, because mummy made it specially for you”. Extras not being mentioned; she thought to herself.
Sandra could not resist adding her own comments “I have just the thing in our surgery. The practice has a resident dentist, as you know, and his nurse ordered some dental bibs but the supplier sent some terry towelling ones which were totally useless. So, rather than throw them away, I said I would put them in our stores. I meant to pass them out to those mothers who had children with feeding difficulties but then forgot all about them.”
“I’m not wearing a bloody bib!” exploded Adrian forgetting that he held in his hand a glass of cranberry juice that then sloshed out of the glass and added to the stains on his t-shirt.
“Luckily they are terry towelling bibs with a plastic backing, so they would easily cope with Adrian’s messes” added Sandra. “Anyway, time I was going. I have some appointments this afternoon”.
“Goodbye then” snarled Adrian “so sorry you have to leave so soon” he said without sincerity. Sandra just gave him one of her piercing stares. The two sisters hugged each other and checked that Sandra had all she needed and had left nothing behind.
“Thank you for coming over and sorting out the old things, I am very grateful” he heard his mother tell her. The front door opened and he heard his aunt’s car start up and reverse off the drive. He could see his mother give a little wave as she closed the front door. He expected some comeback for his bad behaviour but nothing happened, his mother breezed in and they cleared the dining table and then did the washing up between them.
His mother suggested they do a jigsaw together and put a felt cloth on the wood dining table to protect it. Sophie had received a new puzzle for her birthday and had been looking forward to starting it. It was a compilation of Cunard liners from the QE2 to the Queen Mary 2 and many others. Together they sorted the pieces by colour but paying special attention to look for the edge pieces and corners. Sophie made them a drink after about half an hour with a little special something for Adrian. He was almost asleep at the table and it was not even 3 o’clock.
“But don’t forget we are going to see Auntie Sandra in her surgery at 6.30 for your check up, sweetie” his mother reminded him.
“I’m not going” said Adrian returning to his attitude of old. “I don’t like her, you know that”. He set his face into a petulant scowl ready for his mother to blow up at him; instead, he was amazed to see her smiling sweetly back at him.
“No problem at all my baby boy” she said in a sickly tone “If mummy’s baby is too tired to go out then he should go to his bed and take a nap”.
“But I am not tired and I certainly don’t need to take a nap” he retorted “and stop with all this baby nonsense, it is wearing very thin”. He stifled a yawn as the large quantity of sedative began to kick in.
Sophie picked up her mobile phone and called a number in her address book, the call connected almost immediately. “Hi Sandra, yes it was lovely? No, you are right he doesn’t want to come and see you; I am so sorry. I didn’t tell you, but he had a bit of an accident today when we went on our walk and I think it was all a bit too much for him taking so much exercise in one day. He nearly wet himself, I felt so embarrassed for him, poor lamb. Yes, I know. Yes, exactly. Soup. Yes, most of it, apart from what was on his t-shirt. Love you. See you later!”
Adrian listened with disbelief “you told her that I wet myself. It wasn’t that much just an accident” he said yawning again. “I am going to watch some telly now”. He went upstairs and laid down on his bed switching on the TV in his room with the remote. In a matter of moments, the sedatives took over and he drifted into a deep if not troubled sleep. He was dreaming of walking by the sea wall in the middle of a storm, the waves were crashing over the defences and onto the road in front. He stood facing the wall trying to stop the front of his trousers from getting wet. Another wave crashed, there were voices behind him, his name was being called, he really had to pee, he desperately tried to wake up. He forced his eyes open and before him stood his Auntie Sandra.
“Auntie Sandra, Mum” he stuttered “what are you doing here”?
“I have come to keep our appointment silly” said his aunt putting her stethoscope around her neck and opening up her doctor’s case and taking out some surgical gloves. She snapped the gloves with a snap and interlocked her fingers to ensure a perfect fit. “Now let’s have a look at you” she said pulling back the blanket that he had pulled over himself for his nap.
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Goodness, Adrian is being hit from all sides here. He's completely unaware of what's going on and the little he does understand, he's powerless to stop. He tries to voice his opinions, but we can all see how little good that's doing. In a way, his impending infancy (or whatever exactly's in store for him) is a foregone conclusion.
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This is interesting. Wonder what is next?
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I have been quitre busy recently, so apologies for a short chapter.
Chapter 6
Adrian weakly tried to resist, then to his horror realised that he felt very damp, no it was beyond damp.
“What have we here?” exclaimed Sandra looking at the large damp patch on his joggers “looks like this big boy has had more than a bit of an accident. Lift up.” She commanded. Adrian raised his hips so that his aunt could pull down his trousers. The trousers were pulled over his feet and handed to his mother who looked surprised. His terry towelling pants were wet from the waistband down to the crotch that disappeared between his legs. He lifted up as ordered and these too were pulled down his legs. The brown stain in the back was clearly visible at this stage.
“Adrian, you poor baby” soothed his mother “you have done a real number on those survival pants haven’t you?”
Adrian could only cringe with embarrassment.
Sandra was looking at his equipment “I’m afraid to tell you Sophie, that Adrian is well behind in his development, this is the package of a six-year-old at best. He has not developed at all. Now it appears that he not only is developing incontinence of urine but also, I can see definite signs of faecal incontinence as well.
Adrian could not stay silent “it was just one accident” he shouted “one stupid little accident.
Sandra lifted the lid to a white bucket that Adrian had not seen before. “It appears that there is another pair of wet pants in here Adrian. Do you care to explain?”.
Adrian was totally demoralised; his world was crashing about him.
Sophie passed Sandra a pair of the ‘Arctic Explorer Pants”, the plastic pants were sewn on to another pair of pants made from two towelling layers. They rustled noisily as she opened up the packet and shook them open. Using baby wipes Sophie cleaned Adrian up, asking him to turn over so she could give his bottom a good clean. She used additional wipes to ensure a thorough job.
“I notice these have an extra panel sewn in back and front in case of heavier leakage,” said Sandra. “These ‘Arctic Survival pants’ are the best I have seen and should protect against any future accidents. “Now Adrian, I am very worried about you, so I need to know how often you need to go to the toilet and how much urine you are passing, because I fear that your bladder is also severely under-developed. I will need to do a proper examination in my surgery, but in the meantime, you must ask your mother every time you need to go wee wee, because she is going to have to measure the volume so we can estimate your bladder size.”
“But, but….!” Started Adrian
“No arguments, don’t be a silly boy, this could be very serious if you were to get a urinary tract infection” she admonished him. “I promise you that weeing blood is not a pretty sight and is very scary. We must find out if your bladder has any problems and we need to do an ultra-scan, probably in tandem with an endoscopy to have a look inside. Now there might be times when your mummy cannot be with you to take the measurements, so we will weigh the ‘Arctic Explorer Pants’ before you put them on and weigh them again as soon as you have wet them. We can make a good estimate of the weight of urine and knowing the density we can calculate the volume – simple!”
“Lift up baby, so I can get these on” said his mother feeding his feet into the leg holes. The two women took one side each of the pants and hauled them up over his bottom. They were remarkably heavy duty in the thickness of the padding. “There you go, all secure and ready to go”
Adrian was in a total state of shock and unable to speak, he was cross, annoyed, embarrassed, upset, foolish and worst of all he felt babyish. He wanted to scream and curse but it was his fault that he found himself in the position he was facing. He could see no way out of this horrible situation, patience and low profile seemed to be his best option.
“I am going to stay with you Sophie, because I am very concerned about Adrian and want to help out as much as I can. For the time being, I will go to my surgery every day, but will make your home my base if that is alright.”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.” said Sophie
“I will set up a small station in the bathroom, where we can measure the urine output and I can also put in a small area to analyse his urine composition to look at sugars and proteins.” Explained Sandra getting into role with her sister. Adrian looked on concerned, his legs pushed slightly akimbo by the large terry pants that his mother and aunt had fitted him into. Tears of humiliation were silently running down his cheeks.
Yesterday morning, he had been a fifteen-year-old sitting in his pyjamas and here he was, just one day later, sat on his bed wearing a pair of infantile plastic nappy pants no longer trusted to keep himself dry.
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Measuring volume? Oh, he's almost certainly going to find a training potty waiting for him!
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Poor Adrian. I don't think he realises what's happening yet. I'm loving how methodical Sophie and Sandra are being about justifying his increasingly infantile treatment. I'm very excited to see how far they take it. Thank you so much for the updates, antonia. This story is a classic in the making for sure!
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Chapter 7
The two women looked at Adrian and for a moment felt sorry for him. Sophie looked at his t-shirt and told him to lift up his arms so that she could take it off. She opened one of his drawers and pulled out a clean shirt for him to wear and went into the wardrobe where she pulled out a pair of trousers.
She fitted the pink t-shirt on him which had a picture of Mickey Mouse on it and encouraged him into the trousers with a bib front that had straps that crossed at his back and secured to two large buttons at the waist. The bib had a pocked fixed on the slant with another applique of Mickey on it. There were buttons on either side that barely prevented a glimpse at the plastic pants that covered his towelling protection within. It was an adorable outfit for a six-year-old but a totally inappropriate outfit for a teenager. Adrian was too weary to make a fuss as he was also under the influence of the sedatives which had far from worn off.
“Come on, let’s go and have some supper” announced Sophie and maybe we can play a game afterwards. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Adrian walked towards the door and caught side of himself in the mirror as he passed by – an overgrown toddler in bibbed trousers with a puffy bottom protected by the plastic training pants worn beneath. As he walked, he could feel the softness of the towelling caress his ‘bits’ and to his absolute horror he found himself becoming aroused by the fondling of his new underwear. This small protuberance caused him to walk awkwardly and that, to some, might be seen as a bit of a babyish waddle. It was not missed by Sandra or Sophie who followed behind him grinning.
The three of them laid the kitchen table, Adrian did the place mates, Sandra the knives and forks while Sophie checked the dish cooking in the oven. Adrian placed the serviettes by the side of the forks as Sandra put out the glasses. When Adrian came back from the cupboard with salt and pepper, he noticed the bright white towel put on his place mat by his auntie. She had a large packet of similar towels in a large packet.
“There are about a dozen in here” she said to Sophie “where do you want me to put them?” she asked. Adrian opened the draw next to her.
“We keep the dish towels in this drawer” he said helpfully “but it looks quite full”.
“Put them in the drawer below” suggested his mother “that is where we keep the aprons and bibs are a bit like aprons aren’t they? They both protect against spills and messes!”
Sandra took the pile out of the bag and as she unfolded the bundle of cloths, Adrian could see the tangle of tapes from all the bibs flop out. Sandra took them one by one, flapping them open and then carefully folding them in half before placing them neatly in the drawer. The pristine white towelling on the outside with the soft plastic vinyl on the inside with the strings carefully folded in between.
The penny dropped “I don’t need a bib” complained Adrian
“Look Adrian” said his mother sternly “you ruined your brand-new t-shirt at lunch time with cranberry juice and soup, do you remember? Well, we cannot afford to waste money on buying you new clothes all the time, can we? I have put your Flintstone t-shirt into soak but it doesn’t look like I can get all the stains out. So, here’s the deal. You will wear a bib tonight and if you can keep it clean, then we will review whether you need to have a bib on at meal times in the future. Is that fair?”
“Mum, I am fifteen years old for heaven’s sake” he remonstrated with her “do you have to humiliate me like this?”
Sophie strained the spaghetti out of the huge saucepan onto three large dinner bowls and stirred a knob of butter onto each serving. She then took the large pan out of the oven a began to ladle sauce over the pasta. Finally, she grated fresh parmesan over each plate. Spaghetti bolognaise was served.
“Everybody sit down” Sophie commanded
Sandra picked up the bib and flapped it out, then going behind Adrian pulled it to his neck and began to fasten the ties at the back in a large bow. She moved round to the front and smoothed it down. It covered him from his neck to his lap, fully protecting him, the top of the bib flopping over his shoulders and flowing down to cover his entire front. Adrian started to complain and wriggle but a quick slap of his head reminded him to behave.
Sophie put his dinner in front of him, the placed a bowl in front of Sandra, finally placing a bowl in her place. She poured out some Chianti and Adrian was more than pleased to see that he had been included. His mother smiles at him “that is because you did not make a fuss. Besides, it is not uncommon in Italy to see a bib used in a restaurant, especially if it is a shell fish or pasta dish, so please don’t feel badly”.
Adrian took a large swallow of the wine and relished the grown-up moment. He was going to ask why then were they not all wearing a bib, but thought better of it. He was proud of his skill eating spaghetti and unlike the less confident who would use a spoon and fork, or worse still cut up the pasta, he could wind the pasta on a fork like a true Roman. He took his fork twirled the pasta and lifted the laden fork to his lips, he opened his mouth and the delivery of pasta and sauce was cleanly made. His confidence grew and he told himself that the other eleven bibs were destined to go home with his Auntie Sandra. He took another swig of his wine in celebration. Amazingly his aunt topped up his glass – he rarely was offered a top up.
His mother and aunt were being especially nice to him, talking about things that interested him and kept him distracted from the fact that he had a large bib around his neck. He took another mouthful, as it went up a small strand of spaghetti left its winding and flopped off the fork and onto his bib. His aunt was telling a funny story about the last time she had been rambling and been frightened by a cow that she thought was a bull. He never noticed his accident, nor did he notice the various splashes and other damages that fell on his bib. He was having such a good time together; they were all drinking the wine and a second bottle was opened. Adrian had another refill and was so happy that he could not remember a time when he had felt so joyful. He was mid sip when his mother made him laugh so hard that he nearly choked and he spilt a quantity of wine which fortunately was captured on his bib. Sandra patted him on the back to stop him choking, he was laughing so heartily. He looked down, the soft terry towelling pressing softly against his chin, and was shocked to see the state of his bib.
His mother noticed him looking at the damage and immediately encouraged him to have a sip of water to take his mind off his messy bib. Soon, they were back to laughing and telling stories and Adrian finished his dinner. He was given more wine and told to enjoy his glass while they prepared the desert.
The desert was profiteroles with cream and a side dish of chocolate ice cream. Adrian was getting a little bit tipsy and by this time was losing a lot of coordination. He was laughing, a profiterole fell off his spoon and ran down the entire length of his bib and miraculously ended up back on his plate. He laughed and laughed and his aunt and mother joined him.
Suddenly, he felt the need to go to the loo. He started to leave the table.
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Either Adrian is feeling a tad bit giddy or wearing a bib isn't the horrible ordeal he thought it would be. Who can say?
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Chapter 8
His mother immediately noticed the starting of a potty dance “Do you need to pee?” she asked. Adrian nodded his head. “Come on then, let’s go. We need to measure the volume don’t forget”.
Everybody stood up from the table at once, Adrian clutched his groin to prevent any leaks, but he had left it quite late. He needed to be in a rush and the two women were less than helpful. “I’ll get the measuring cylinder”. “No, we need to go to Adrian’s bathroom there is more room and the kit is up there”. “You don’t need to come up, I can do it if you like”. “Look, you just sit down and I will do the tests and measurements because I do them all day long – it will be done in a trice”.
Adrian was getting quite desperate and was on his way to his bathroom as the women argued. A trickle escaped him, he struggled to find the buttons at the back to undo the straps to his bibbed trousers. There was another leak. His aunt came up behind him and undid the straps and pulled down his trousers. She held a graduated cylinder in one hand as Adrian struggled to pull down his plastic pants, not being helped by his aunt pulling one handed as well.
Eventually he managed to grab himself and tried to pee into the vessel. It was a messy process and half went in the receptor and the rest missed and fell either in the toilet or into his pants. “I don’t think that one will count” said Sandra “I think we might have lost a lot of the sample haven’t we poppet” she asked laughing.
Adrian retrieved his pants and pulled them up, they were wetter than he had expected. He decided to say nothing. Sandra noted the reading and wrote it down on her sheet. She also noted his dirty bib dangling over the top of the protective plastic pants as he grappled to recover his trousers. The translucent plastic showed that the previously pristine white terry towelling was now quite yellow at the front. She put down her pen and sheet and pulled up his trousers making sure that the bib front was beneath his baby’s bib.
In all that had happened Adrian seemed to have completely forgotten that he was wearing a bib and was far more concerned at the uncomfortable cold wetness in the front of his pants. He looked down to check the front and was pleased to see that there were no wet patches showing through. He felt relieved until he realised that the outer plastic pants would have stopped any leaks or seepages.
The two of them went back to the dinner table, Adrian was a bit wobbly and Sandra giggled with him as he tottered a little on the stairs. They went back to the dinner table where his desert was waiting to be finished. He resumed his place at the table, almost oblivious to his bib that was a canvas of different spillages. Even the clumsiest of toddlers would have been hard pressed to match his dirty bib. The final stroke, was a drip of chocolate that fell on his chin and then majestically slid off onto his bib. His mother leaned over and, using the bottom of the bib, wiped his face. “That bib had certainly looked after your new t-shirt hasn’t it?” asked Sophie “you should thank Auntie Sandra for being so kind to give them to you”.
Adrian had never felt so low as he did at that moment. It had been a wonderful grown-up evening with his mother and aunt, drinking wine and being all grown up, yet here he was sitting in a wet training nappy covered with plastic pants and wearing a dirty baby’s bib around his neck. He finished his wine and helped clear the table.
They went into the lounge for coffee, the women were going to have after dinner drinks, but clearly Adrian was not included, nor did he expect to be. He drank a cappuccino while his mother and aunt had espresso.
“You really like your new bib don’t you baby?” asked his mother “aren’t you going to take it off?” Adrian looked shocked, how could he have let himself not only wear the damn thing in the first place, but then not make any attempt to remove it at the first possible opportunity. His mother kneeled in front of him and reached behind to pull the tapes and undo the bow. She took it off and turned it around to show him the damage. “I think you will be wearing a bib for your meals now sweetheart, don’t you?” she asked kindly. “I had better get this one in soak, because some of these stains will be difficult to get out”.
Adrian had no argument; all his future meals would be spent wearing his new bibs.
The evening came to a close and they followed him upstairs to take a final urine reading. His mother undid his braces at the back and helped him step out of his trousers. She then pulled down his pants to allow him to fill the measuring cylinder. The pants lay around his ankles and his mother encouraged him to pull his feet through the leg holes as she held on to them. He clutched his mother’s neck as he tried to regain his balance. The pants were off and he peed into the vessel.
Sandra examined his pants “you know what Sophie? This idea isn’t working, there is as much pee in his pants as is making it to the measuring cylinder. I am going to fit a catheter to him and measure how much water I can get into his bladder”. In a few minutes, Adrian was lying on top of a thick white towel on his bed as his mother and aunt worked together to anaesthetise his small member and insert the tube of the catheter into him. It was quite a struggle but eventually urine began to flow from the end of the tube. Sandra explained that she was going to expand the end of the catheter so that it would be retained by pumping air into the bulb at the end in his bladder.
Adrian was almost in tears by this stage, because the process was very painful despite their attempts to eliminate any pain. His aunt told him to wiggle his toes as that often helped to make things less painful. One he had been drained of urine; his aunt started to use a very large syringe to force water up into his bladder. “You must tell me when it starts to hurt” she said “I am now going to add another 500ml, so you might be close to your limit soon”.
Adrian grunted and then squeaked as his bladder was stretched to its limit.
“As I suspected” reported his aunt “he is very under-developed both in his male equipment and in his bladder. I have seen toddlers with more in both departments” she smirked. She removed the syringe and released the clamp and the urine poured out into the jug. “I’ll now release the air in the bulb and remove the catheter” she said reassuring Adrian “this will not hurt at all and will only be slightly uncomfortable compared to when it went in”. She fiddled with the tubing, but nothing was happening. She gave it a little tug but it was still firmly fixed inside his bladder. She palpated his groin in an attempt get the air to release but after another sharp tug, it was clear that the catheter was not coming out.
Adrian was looking very disturbed. The tube was dripping urine onto the terry towel on which he was lying and things were beginning to feel very damp.
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Suppose a catheter makes sense with all the medical talk that's been going on. Poor Adrian! Looks like he's on the fast track to wet pants now.
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Chapter 9
“I don’t have the tool in my bag that I need” explained his aunt “so Adrian will have to leak tonight until I can fix him tomorrow”. She said pulling the towel up between his legs and fastening it up with two large safety pins she carried for pinning arm slings. “He can wear his plastic terry pants over the top of this towel tonight and we will change him in the morning.”
“I think I might have his old nappies in the loft” offered his mother “I am sure I kept them in case I had another baby. Failing that, I could ask his father to lend him some from his children”.
Adrian was sat up, his legs forced apart by the makeshift nappy “Sorry Adrian” said his aunt “it will all be sorted out by tomorrow I promise. In the meantime, you can sleep in a t-shirt tonight until we can get you fixed up properly”. She helped him stand up and pulled back his bedclothes to help him into bed. His mother plumped his pillows and helped him to lay back. His protection felt enormous and he found it very difficult to get comfortable, so he lay flat on his back looking at his mother and aunt, who both leant over to kiss him goodnight. His aunt looked in her doctor’s case and opened a drawer in which she kept a small bottle of pills. “Here take one of these, they will help you to sleep” she said offering him a sip of water as she supported his head.
The two women left Adrian who tried lying on his side but the padding was too big, then lying on his front, but the catheter seemed to ache in that position. In the end he fell asleep with his legs spread wide as he wet in an endless dripping stream and the protective towelling became wetter and wetter.
His mother had a loft that was easily accessed by a small staircase at the end of the landing. They had intended to convert the loft and had had it boarded out and professionally made ready for the partitioning, plumbing and wiring to be installed. The large cupboard at the end of the roof was a huge storage area, where everything was stored in clear plastic boxes with tight fitting lids and catches – they were all neatly labelled and stacked.
There were baby clothes year one, year two, up to the age of four. On the very top was a large 35L box that contained two dozen gold seal nappies made by Harringtons (only the best for her baby and the same brand of nappies used by the royal family). They were carefully wrapped in clear plastic bags and as she removed the lid of the box, she could still smell the laundry powder from all those years ago. She removed one of the nappies from the bag and held it to her face – it was still beautifully soft and fragrant. Another crate had a yellow potty and packets of plastic pants that had not been used along with other paraphernalia like nappy pins which she carefully retrieved. She put the nappy pins in the crate with the nappies and refixed the lid and carried them down to Adrian’s bedroom.
Sandra was monitoring Adrian to ensure that he was alright. Adrian was deep in sleep. His mother took the nappy she had taken out of the bag and folded it into a rectangle. She lifted back his protection and carefully slid the nappy into his pants ensuring the clean, dry terry was next to his skin. Little had she expected that she would have her son back in one of his nappies again after all these years, let alone that he would be wetting it.
The next day Adrian was a very wet boy indeed and everything had reached saturation point. His mother came into his room with a bowl of warm water, some scented soap and a flannel to clean him up. He was very embarrassed to discover that he was wearing one of his old nappies, in addition to the towel and training pants. His mother unpinned the wet towel and put the silver pins into the strap of her apron. Adrian noticed that on the other strap she had proper blue tipped nappy pins. The pants, towel and wet nappy were all plopped into the lidded pail at the foot of his bed with a dull thud. She washed him gently and carefully - apologising for having to do what she was doing. She put two of his nappies together and slid them as unfolded squares beneath his bottom, she then folded two more nappies in half and laid them across his front. She pinned him at the sides and then pulled up the two unfolded nappies between his legs and pinned them to the nappies at the front. It wasn’t perfect but he was safely protected.
“This is your last pair of protective pants” she explained “hopefully your aunty will have you mended before you need another change. She had gone to the surgery to pick up a special tool. I am going to wash all your stuff now and hopefully we can get it dried off in time in case there are any complications”.
Adrian was too stunned to speak.
His trousers would not fit over the bulk of his new underwear and so it was decided that he could spend the day just wearing his dressing gown, tightly secured of course, while he did his homework.
“Your Aunty will be coming at lunch time to remove your catheter. I have to go to work now and see a new prospective client, so you press on and do your school work”, she told him.
As soon as the door had closed and his mother’s cart had left the drive, Adrian had retrieved his packet of cigarettes and lighter from under the drawer in his desk. He rushed downstairs, unlocked the back door and stood outside relishing the first puff that he had enjoyed in a few days. He lit the cigarette while inhaling deeply, he was no beginner to this habit and was quite a seasoned smoker for somebody who was only 16 years old. Having started a couple of years previously (around the time his father and Tania had produced yet another baby). He luxuriated in the smoke, being careful to tap his ash in the small drain that lay next to the wall and captured the waste from the kitchen sink. He finished the cigarette and disposed of the stub by poking it through the grating. He took another from the box and lit it – it had been a long time since he last had the opportunity; especially with all the weird stuff happening to him at the moment. He dragged the smoke deep into his lungs when suddenly he felt a heavy hand clamp down on his shoulder……
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No doubt about it, Adrian is in trouble now. Having to quit smoking is sure to make him irritable, even if they try to replace his oral fixation
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Antonia,
I'm just catching up now and enjoying your story.
It looks like Adrian is getting in deeper and deeper.
I'm eager to read what happens next.
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My apologies for a short chapter
Chapter 10
He spluttered and choked as the smoke went the wrong way. His aunt had come early.
“You stupid little fool” she snarled at him “why would you waste your money on this disgusting habit? Why would you try and destroy your beautiful body with these filthy toxins?” She snatched the cigarette from his hand and cast it to the floor where she mashed it into the path with her foot. “Give me the box” she commanded “and the lighter”. Adrian did as he was told. “Now come with me” she insisted while dragging him to the barbeque “open the lid and take out the fire lighting fluid from beneath”. He did as he was told, as Sandra put the pack on the grill. “Squirt the lighter fluid on the pack and then set fire to them with the lighter” she barked. “Do you have any more cigarettes in the house?” she asked.
“No” he replied
“If I find out that you have been lying Adrian, you will suffer the consequences” she informed him. Adrian watched as an almost full packet of cigarettes burst into flames. “Now come inside, there is much to be done” she told him.
Adrian went into the house, aware for the first time that his clean nappies were feeling decidedly wet and starting to sag. His aunt smacked his bottom through his robe to hurry him on. “Please bring up those parcels from the front door” she asked him. Adrian picked up one plastic bag that contained what looked like two bales of cotton wrapped in cellophane. The other, much lighter, contained what looked like shower hats in all different colours.
They went in to his room and his aunt mentally noted the tall stack of fluffy terry nappies on the desk by his bed. His mother had been quick to locate those she thought. “Right!” she said “Lie down while I inspect you”, she commanded. Adrian lay on his bed. “First, we must deal with this disgusting smoking habit, and I have a very effective and proven method. Open your mouth”. Adrian looked puzzled, then recoiled in horror as his aunt took an adult-sized pink dummy out of her case. It was in his mouth in a trice and his aunt held it firm with her hand to prevent him from spitting it out.
“You will keep this in, until such time that I tell you to take it out” she informed him. Adrian looked at her wide eyed and startled. “I am going to start you on a programme immediately to break this disgusting and dangerous habit. Your poor mother has enough to cope with without having to worry about you getting lung cancer. So, I am going to give you a little injection to help you relax and then we are going to start your therapy. There is nothing to worry about”, she explained as she filled a syringe and injected it into his arm.
Adrian felt a warmth surge through his body and feeling of utter contentment flood over him. His aunt’s voice was soothing and kind, it asked him to think of a deep pond in which he could relax and sink deeper and deeper into. As he descended, so he would become younger and younger. He remembered the day his mother took away his dummy and he felt sad, but the voice told him he was going to have it back forever and would never have to lose it ever again. He could have a dummy in every colour of the rainbow if he wanted and he was suc-king on a pink one right now. Adrian reassured himself by suc-king enthusiastically on his dummy. Sandra noted with satisfaction that his dummy was rhythmically bobbing in and out with gusto.
There was only one bad thing that would take away his soother and that was a cigarette. If he smoked just one puff of a cigarette then his binky would disappear never to return. Every time he thought that he wanted to smoke he could suc-k on his do-di instead and the serotonin it produced in his brain would make him happy. Cigarettes were horrible, weren’t they? The voice continued to tell him how clever he was to suc-k on his dummy and not smoke cigarettes.
Sandra was a little more than evil at this point and suggested that while he was suc-king on his dummy that he might like to ……..
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Wow now its getting tense great job. I am looking forward to the evils of this woman i hope she's sadistic. Could you please make Adrian try and resist the brainwashing she's doing like he's aware of what she's doing and is struggling to hold on to his freewill against her hypnosis throughout the story.
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Chapter 11
The therapy session lasted almost an hour, the reinforcing messages being eagerly accepted by Adrian’s befuddled mind and drug-induced hypnotic stupor. Sandra left a backdoor hypnotic portal open, so that any future sessions could be resumed almost immediately and probably without the need for medication. Adrian came round, as Sandra counted backwards from ten, he was nursing his dummy with enthusiasm as he opened his eyes.
“All done!” happily chirped his aunt “now get me the cigarettes you have hidden away” she ordered with a smirk. Adrian was up in a trice and pulled out the drawer from his desk and scrabbled beneath it. He produced an unopened packet that he handled as if they were radioactive.
“Not nithe aunty” he said with difficulty, past the teat of his dummy. He then threw them to the floor and stamped on them. Sandra was both delighted and amazed, that he had been such an easy and willing subject. She was normally quite successful with her technique, but this was a masterpiece, as he was almost suc-king his dummy to destruction.
“Good boy” she praised him “I am really pleased with you and now you will
not die from horrible diseases. You will smell much nicer as well and you will feel much better, won’t you?”
“Yeth” he replied
“Now let’s take out your do-di and put in on the side for later, shall we?” she asked gently
Adrian looked puzzled for a moment and then realised what he had in his mouth. He took hold of the ring and slowly eased it from between his lips, a small rivulet of his saliva followed the teat as he removed it. His look was not one of shock, it was not a look of shame thought Sandra, she felt exalted, his look was one of bitter disappointment and of sorrow.
“Tell you what” she said “let’s get this other matter sorted out now, then you can have it back”.
Sandra peeled off his protective training pants and threw them in his lidded bucket. She undid the blue-headed safety pins and carefully peeled back the soaking nappies. She removed a gadget from her doctor’s case and slowly inserted it into the Foley catheter working it gently. She smiled, the tool had worked and now with careful but slow deliberation she eased the tube until it was free of him.
“You go and have a shower” she told him “Then you can get dressed again”.
Adrian took to the shower as his aunt went in search of some dry pants for him to wear. Through the kitchen window she could see three pairs of terry towelling pants, two pairs of plastic pants, and a white bib flapping in the wind. He had nothing to wear.
She went upstairs and opened up the bags that Adrian had carried in for her. Two dozen extra large night time nappies and a dozen pairs of plastic baby pants in a suitable large size were soon in two piles on the desk by his bed. She took out half a dozen dummies in different colours and put those next to the nappies.
Adrian returned from his shower wrapped in a large towel. He looked distressed. “I cannot stop dripping” he said “I thought you said you had taken that thing out of me”. Sandra was genuinely surprised and not a little concerned.
“Lie down on this towel Adrian” she said “and cover yourself with this one for a moment”. She picked up the catheter and examined it. It was beyond faulty, it was dangerous, she could not think where it could have come from, perhaps it had been a medical sample, but whatever or wherever, it was lethal. The part that was designed to inflate had small spines within it, that were razor sharp. These had been inside him for more than twelve hours and could have cut him badly. She looked at the nappies she had taken off him, how could she have missed the blood. She now looked at the towel he held over him and that too had blood. It was rare for this procedure to cause bleeding but not impossible. The failure to stop the flow was unusual.
“Adrian, this is not unheard of, so don’t worry. I am going to put you on a course of antibiotics and we need to keep you super hydrated to keep away any potential bladder infection. I want you to drink as much water as you can. Luckily, I bought some protection with me just in case I could not remove the catheter today, so I am going to ask you to be brave for me. OK?”
Adrian looked pale and then looked almost longingly at the dummy by his pillow. Sandra saw his look and gave him his dummy which he took immediately. She folded one of the new nappies into a kite shape and slipped it under his bottom. She tugged at the two sides and fastened them with the nappy pins. Finally. she shook open the plastic pants and eased them over his feet and pulled them up his legs. She tucked in the stray parts of fluffy white nappy under the plastic protection and gave him a pat on the front of his pants.
Adrian seemed more than content suc-king on his dummy and seemed more than happy to be back in nappies. It had all been too much for him and he felt his eyes close as Sandra covered him with a blanket. What a bit of luck she thought; I left him with the suggestion that it would be nice to suc-k his dummy while wearing a nappy and the little fellow seems to have accepted it with no problems at all.
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Superb i hope you don't mind me requesting things i do not want to come across as annoying but i'm really getting into it. I hope she raises her sadistic meter and humiliate him more and he's aware and is a mental prisoner to her.
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Chapter 12
It was a bit awkward when Sophie came home and her sister explained the events that she had dealt with. She was aware of the smoking and was more than happy that it had been dealt with so skilfully. As for the need for Adrian to be back in nappies; well, that was icing on the cake! He was very unlikely to have much authority or credibility in his current situation. This might be the best way to deal with his yobbish attitude and make him more respectful.
The two of them went up to see Adrian who sitting on his bed and working on his lap top. He could not use his desk because it had piles of fluffy white nappies and plastic pants stacked all over it. He shut the lid on his computer as the pair walked into his room, clearly, he was not doing his school homework at all. He had been trying to access the internet but had been locked out of virtually everything.
The dressing gown he had been wearing had drifted open and his plastic pants were clearly visible between his legs. Furthermore, it was quite obvious that his nappy could be clearly seen through the transparent plastic and its yellow colour showed that he was very wet.
Sandra asked him for his computer and put it carefully on the floor. “I need to examine you Adrian” she told him clinically. Adrian lay back on his bed, opened his gown and exposed his protection.
His mother held up a large towel for his to lie on and he raised his bottom so that it could be slid under him. Sandra pulled off his nappy and plastic pants in one piece and pulled the bundle off and over his feet. She noted that the cloth was yellow and showed no sign of any bleeding. She took the lid from his nappy bucked and dropped the mass into it with a dull thud.
“The bleed seems to have stopped which is very good” Sandra announced “we will complete the antibiotics just to be on the safe side. Now let us see what is happening with you”. She took the end of his pen-is and held it. Adrian was mortified and if his member could have hidden in his body by shrivelling away and getting any smaller, then it did so. It was like a dripping tap. “Can you try and stop the flow”.
“I don’t know if it is leaking or not” said Adrian “it feels normal to me, am I going to get better?” he asked with more than a tinge of worry in his voice.
“The catheter was faulty” said his aunt “you may have some temporary damage that hopefully will clear up in the next week or so. For the time being you will have to stay in nappies, but to save the risk of infection, I think we will have to shave you down there, so that cleaning you up is easier.”
Adrian was mortified as the two women set about shaving him back and front. He had a sudden craving for his dummy as he saw the clean nappy being folded in preparation. Sandra anticipated this reaction and gave it to him. Sophie was amazed and looked at her sister. “Cigarette alternative therapy” she explained. Adrian looked sheepish but was unable to help himself and suc-kled contentedly on his soother.
The nappy was snuggly pinned on to him and a clean pair of baby pants pulled over the top and snuggled in to give good protection. His mother gave him one of his new t-shirts which had another scene of The Flintstones on it.
“I don’t think any of your trousers will fit” said his mother “but I will pop out this afternoon and try to buy you something suitable. Just put your socks and slippers on for now and we will go down for lunch.”
Adrian put on his socks and relished the feel of the soft nappy against him. He suc-ked on his dummy enjoying the security and warmth that he felt wearing a nappy. He slid off his bed and into his slippers and the rustling of his plastic pants was clear for all to hear.
He went into the kitchen; his aunt was laying the table as his mother prepared grated cheese and pickle sandwiches for them all. His aunt emptied a packet of salt and vinegar crisps into a large bowl. A clean white bib was on his place mat.
He sat down. His mother picked up the bib and flapped it open, preparing to tie it around his neck. A sudden wave of anger and realisation rushed over him. “No!” he shouted “No! I am not going to wear any bloody bib. I’m not a baby. This is ridiculous.” His speech was severely impeded by his dummy which made him sound like a toddler having a tantrum.
His mother slapped his head and secured the bib. Adrian tore at it trying to tear it off, but all he achieved was to turn the bow into a tight knot that was going to take a long time to pick open.
“Adrian just look at yourself” said his aunt “there is a line of nappies and plastic pants drying on the line” she said pointing out the window. “You are wearing a wet nappy, suc-king a dummy and have a baby’s bib round your neck. What do you say?”
Adrian was raging inside and managed to find the will-power to spit out his dummy. “It is so unfair” he spluttered “and it is not my fault. You did all this aunty. You made me incontinent, you hypnotised me into suc-king that dummy, it is all your fault. I hate you.”
Sandra said nothing, she left the table, picking his soother up from the floor where it lay as she went past. A few minutes later she returned with a plastic bag full of the various coloured dummies she had bought for him. Adrian was ranting at his mother, still pulling at his bib, which had done well to stay in one piece. Adrian stopped his tirade when he saw all the dummies.
“Right” said Sandra “I am going to cut the teat off each of these dummies and then I am going to throw them away in the dustbin. You can watch me. Ready?” She picked up a pair of kitchen scissors from the block. Adrian was wide-eyed. The scissors moved over the first dummy (the one that a moment ago had been in his mouth) and the blades opened.
“Stop” he shrieked “Stop. You win. I don’t know why, but I need to have it. Please”.
“And we will have no more nonsense now?” asked his aunt.
A subdued Adrian took the dummy and put it by his plate on the table. The atmosphere lifted, all was forgotten and everybody took a sandwich. The family treat of putting a layer of crisps on top of the cheese and then biting into the sandwich with a crunch was enjoyed by all. On Adrian’s first bite, a cascade of grated cheese coated in Branston pickle fell out of the sandwich and onto his clean white bib. He was beyond caring, he felt his life had taken a dramatic turn for the worse and he had gone from being the dominant alpha male to a bossed about baby in such a short time.
“We need to talk about school.” Announced his mother
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Love it and it looks like he's going to be home schooled. :)
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I have been enjoying this a lot. I love the way he's been made to be dependent on his pacifier and the way the women have a long game that he's so ignorant of (and already so trapped in).
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He really needs some fun perhaps his mother could invite some of friends round for a playdate. If it is warm he doesn't need p[ants they slow down diaper checks anyhow :)
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Chapter 13
“We need to talk about school?” asked Adrian
“Yes, you go back in a week’s time, but it is going to be awkward given your current situation, what with needing to wear a nappy and things.”
Adrian was crushed by the thought that had never occurred to him – how could he go to school in his current state? He was dribbling pee the whole time and now this awful thought caused a sudden release of what was left in his bladder. Even without the physical condition he was in, he had just wet himself.
“In order to help you, we have decided to get you a governess who will take care of your educational needs and to give you the cramming and tutoring that you so desperately need. I had already made the decision that your rotten grades at school needed special attention and now, instead of having to study at night, you can do it during the day.”
“I know that you will need to be looked after for your new problem, and trust me Adrian, I am really very sorry for your condition. I have a friend (who is a nurse) who works as a carer and a nanny, she has a young baby and has had to give up full time work, but she has said that looking after you during the day and being able to bring her baby as well would make this an ideal position.” Said his aunt.
“I don’t want a nanny and I don’t want a governess either” retorted Adrian, his spluttering causing him to dribble and drool onto his bib.
“Then you will have to go to school in nappies” explained his mother “what else can we do with you?”
“I could just stay at home” he said without conviction
“Who would change you?” asked Sandra
“I could do it myself” he said weakly
“No, you couldn’t, it has to be done properly and you need to be monitored for any deterioration in your medical condition. It means that a nurse is ideal and being a nanny as well means perfectly applied nappies with less risk of getting a rash.”
They finished off lunch with little more being said, Adrian was in a mood and after his lunch was excused from the table and allowed to go and watch the television. He was in such a state that he never realised that he was still wearing his grubby bib while he lounged on the couch in his wet nappy. He had taken his dummy with him and was happily suc-king it while he watched a film.
Sophie went out after lunch for some shopping and returned an hour or so later.
His aunt came in with various toiletries and put a bath towel on the floor, while his mother came in carrying a clean nappy and a new pair of plastic pants. She also had a plastic bag that contained her shopping. Adrian was feeling uncomfortable because the wet nappy was cold and clammy against his skin.
“Oh, that’s not good” exclaimed his aunt “he is starting to get nappy rash already. I guess he is not used to the bacterial flora like a baby would be. We must start being a lot more careful and protect his skin heavily with zinc and castor oil cream”. She said cleaning him with baby wipes and working then into every nook and cranny. She then took a generous dollop of the thick greasy white cream and worked it all over his naked little stick and around his bottom. Finally, she opened the container of baby talc and bombed his body with an avalanche of the powder. For a brief moment Adrian thought that he was going to have the embarrassment of an erection, but the thought of his situation quickly quelled that feeling.
“Sophie, this situation does not seem to be getting any better. Look, he is dribbling more than ever, the talc is really showing how bad the leak has become.” His aunt said handling his limp member. They slid a new nappy under him and secured it with the pins before pulling up a large pair of baby pants. His mother sat him up and removed his t-shirt (working it past his bib) then replaced it with a long vest that came down over his plastic pants. She pulled his bib through and smoothed it at the front
“Lift up” she said pulling the long edge at his back between his legs and then pressing the snaps together with distinct ‘clicks’ to the front of the garment.
The plastic pants peeked out through the leg holes and between the gaps of the snaps. The pristine white nappy could be seen beneath the protective plastic.
“Mum! This is a baby gro. I have seen Dad’s kids wear these. I don’t want to be in this stuff.”
“Wait a minute buster! I haven’t finished yet. I got you some shorts so all you can see is a vest.” Said his mother pulling a pair of blue terry shorts over the bulge of his nappy. “There! Now your nappy will be held in place and not fall down”.
Adrian continued to complain through his dummy. He fumbled behind his neck to undo the ties of his bib. His aunt slapped his hands away and tried to prise open the tight knot with the point of some scissors. The delicate operation helped to quieten Adrian, as his mother fussed with his shorts and poked glimpses of nappy back into his vest.
Eventually the dirty bib was removed and his mother reached into the bag and retrieved a coloured ribbon that had a broch that was a model of a train at one end and a Velcro fastening at the other. “It is for your dummy sweetheart”. She pinned the train onto his shirt and then attached the fastener to the ring on his dummy. “There, now you will never lose it”.
Adrian could not believe how bad things had become; his life was in bits. He had a sissy phone that had none of his friends’ numbers on it. His bedroom was fully of nappies and other baby stuff. He was going to have his own nanny and a governess. He looked like a complete dork.
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I wish these were longer but grateful your still writing this fiction i hope they break him down even more!
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The story chapters are short because hopefully quality rather than quantity!
Chapter 14
The next day started with a very wet nappy and a complete change. A delivery van pulled up early in the morning to deliver a piece of furniture. He was wearing a pair of yellow dungarees over a new vest. There were snaps between his legs on the trousers as well, to allow easy access to his nappies.
They were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. There was a large cardboard box in the kitchen.
A large imposing woman came in. She must have been six foot tall and was athletic in her stature. At age 56 she was well-experienced in looking after the education of children from the earliest age up to university entrance. Her track record was exemplary and her methods often extreme, because failure in her task was never an option she could tolerate.
“This is Mrs. Grimshaw your new governess Adrian” introduced his mother.
“Hello Master Adrian. How nice to meet you. I am sure we are going to become very well acquainted as we explore and search for knowledge together.”
Adrian said “Hewwo!” his dummy getting in the way of his speech.
“Isn’t he a bit old to be suc-king a dummy?” asked Mrs Grimshaw
“He is fighting nicotine addiction” explained Sandra. Agnes Grimshaw nodded in appreciation of the information.
“and the bib is because…?” continued Mrs Grimshaw
“He is a sloppy eater and needs to wear one now, to look after his clothes” explained Sophie
“I see the specified desk arrived,” said Agnes
“Yes, it came an hour ago” confirmed Sophie
“Adrian, you unpack your desk for me please” ordered Agnes
As Adrian stood up Agnes exclaimed “Is he still in nappies?”
“He has a medical problem right now, that has led to his incontinence” confirmed Sandra
“I don’t change nappies,” said Agnes
“No, we wouldn’t expect you to either Mrs Grimshaw! We have a nanny to do that”.
Adrian tore off the packing tape and removed the cardboard to reveal a very sturdy desk with a folding writing top. The chair stood on a wooden plinth that seemed to be on castors and had a wire coming from its base. Alarmingly, it had a set of straps to confine the occupant.
Mrs Grimshaw lifted the writing top out of the way and invited Adrian to sit in the seat. She fastened the restraints by pulling the centre strap between his legs and fastening it to the two shoulder straps. She tugged the two adjusters at the front and Adrian could hardly move an inch. He was as secure as a pilot in a fighter aircraft. She swung the top back over his head and it locked with a solid clunk. Adrian tested it by trying to raise it, but it was solidly locked down.
“This ensures total concentration and removes any excuse to leave the point of learning for any reason.” Demonstrated Mrs Grimshaw. “Now this allows me to raise the desk so that the student is at the right height for me to face him and for him to be at the best level for viewing the computer screen or whatever I have to show him. She pushed a button on a separate keypad and the chair started to rise. The ground beneath Adrian’s feet disappeared and his legs began to swing.
“Any problems with looking or listening, then we have one more piece of equipment. I wear this headset with a microphone and the student wears this special cap with built in earphones. It is thickly padded to insulate out any exterior noise”. She took what only could be described as a baby’s bonnet knitted in pale blue wool with thick padding over the ears and a thick knitted chin strap that had a large button to fix it on. In a minute Adrian was wearing his bonnet listening only to Mrs Grimshaw’s penetrating voice. He could hardly hear anything outside, but he could observe his mother and aunt grinning and he could lip read his aunt saying that he looked just like a baby in his highchair.
A tear ran down his face and was caught by the thick woollen strap. There he was strapped into a high chair, wearing a baby’s bonnet, with a bib round his neck, suc-king a dummy and sat in a thick nappy that was getting wetter by the minute. He wanted to die.
His misery was compounded when he heard Mrs Grimshaw say “It is lovely to meet you Mrs Hanson, so you are going to be Adrian’s nanny?”
Adrian tried to look behind him, but the harness was too restricting and the peak of his wooly bonnet was blinkering his view anyway. A beautiful face appeared in front of him. “And how are you?” the voice cooed. Adrian looked blank.
“He can’t hear you with his bonnet on dear” explained Mrs Grimshaw “it is so he has to concentrate on his studies. Adrian, Mrs Hanson asked you how you are?”
Adrian let out a number of profanities and Mrs Grimshaw pressed a button on the keypad and a sharp electric current went through the metal trim of his writing top. The boy went quiet immediately and let out a short shriek. Lesson one had been well learnt.
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Wow it looks like mrs Grimshaw is going to be fun i love her way of education. I hope she starts to mind control him and drive him insane playing nursey rhymes and Disney princess songs.
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This is the last chapter for a bit. I try and write a few chapters ahead, but have been too busy to write recently
Chapter 15
“Speak up child” ordered Mrs Grimshaw though the earphones in his bonnet.
“I’m very well” spluttered Adrian through his dummy as more of his drooling dripped down onto his t-shirt.
“I’m very well who?” came the question
“I’m vewy well Mtheth Hanthon” he responded
“No” barked Mrs Grimshaw. Adrian looked puzzled.
“I’m vewy well Nanny?” he said cautiously. Everybody was smiling as he looked around peering through his bonnet at all who stood around him.
Gloria Hanson looked closely at Adrian and reached into her bag. “This will never do” she said tying a terry bib lined in pink ribbon with an applique of a little elephant in the corner around his neck. You can borrow one of my daughter’s dribbles bibs until I find out where yours are kept”. She said kindly stroking the side of his cheek with the back of her hand.
Adrian was starting to tear up again as a surge of wetting flooded into his nappy. Sometimes it leaked and when it didn’t, then it gave way under any sort of pressure. He felt as low as at any time in the whole of his life.
Mrs Grimshaw untied his bonnet and carefully packed it away in tissue lined box. She put her own headset on top and affixed the lid. “He is a bit of a cry baby, isn’t he?” she remarked “I haven’t had a big booby like this in quite a while. I do hope he isn’t going to grizzle all the time because it makes lessons so difficult”.
Gloria took pity on Adrian and said “it has all been a bit much for him these last two days. One minute he is a sixteen-year-old teenager playing on his Gameboy, watching horror movies and mixing with his friends, capable of making his own decisions, then in a day he is back in nappies, wearing a bib, suc-king on a dummy and made to sit in a highchair like a little toddler. You can understand how he must be feeling? By the looks of it, I think this little tyke is in need of a clean nappy as well.” She observed with the experience of many years as a nanny and nursery nurse.
Mrs Grimshaw pushed a button and the chair lowered to its original position and Adrian felt his feet touch the floor once again. She touched a fob on her bracelet to the centre of the harness clasp and the straps fell out of the hub releasing his shoulders. At the same time he could feel that the catch to the writing top had also been released and she carefully swung it over his head to leave him free to get down.
Adrian sat still waiting for the instruction that he could get down, but Gloria had already taken his hand and was pulling him up. “Come on” she prompted “you can show me where your Mummy keeps your clean nappies, sweetheart”. He felt like an absolute baby. “No need to be embarrassed that you cannot help wetting yourself. It is better to stay clean and dry, because staying in a wet nappy is going to lead to a bad case of nappy rash – and we don’t want that do we?” She prattled on as Adrian took her to his bedroom where the nappies both large and small were piled on his desk alongside the plastic baby pants in his size.
She picked up one of his new large nappies that his aunt had bought for him. “These are beautiful” she exclaimed “one of the softest and thickest quality nappies I have ever seen. These are like the old Harrington Gold Seal quality my mum used to buy. You are a very lucky boy. Where is your changing pad? Oh, you haven’t got one? I will get you one tomorrow from a special needs nurse I know, so no need to worry”. She shook out a bath towel onto his bed. “This will have to do. Now jump up”.
Adrian complied and lay back on the towel and pulled his knees up ready for a change, putting his arms up over his head like a well-trained toddler. She pulled off his terry shorts and parted the snaps on his baby grow to reveal his plastic pants and wet nappy. She quickly had him stripped, cleaned and pinned up in a new nappy with one of his baby nappies added as a booster and fitted the new plastic pants with speed and efficiency. His vest was refitted and snapped up and his terry shorts pulled up over his nappy and pants.
“What a good boy!” she praised “you and my baby Joanna are both very easy to change. You will meet her
tomorrow because she is going to come to work with me. Won’t that be fun? I can change you side by side. You’ll be able to share each other’s nappies won’t you?”
Adrian looked hurt and shocked “I’m not a baby you know. My aunt damaged my bladder and now it doesn’t work properly but it will get better. This is a temporary situation.” The dummy in his mouth made understanding him rather difficult but Gloria seemed to cope with him.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you nursing on a dummy? You must admit that it is a very babyish thing to do, don’t you?” she asked softly
“My aunt caught me smoking and she hypnotised me to replace one oral habit with another. I haven’t wanted a cigarette but I now seem to be addicted to this bloody dummy”,
“Naughty!” said Gloria slapping his hand “I will not have bad language please”
“Sorry” he said
“Sorry who?” asked Gloria
“Sorry Nanny” he replied immediately
“That’s better” she said kindly, “now let’s get you downstairs to Mrs Grimshaw, who no doubt wants to start your lessons”.
He stood up from his bed, the thick nappy in combination with a booster made a very thick wedge between his legs and he walked with a decidedly wide-legged gait that gave him a bit of a waddle. He looked like a toddler that had just started to take its first steps.
Mrs Grimshaw had him buckled up and elevated in his desk as soon as he entered the kitchen. He suc-ked nervously on his dummy as she prepared him for his first lesson in history. She provided him with a new note book and told him to write his name on the cover in the top right-hand corner. The middle of the page was to have the title “HISTORY” written in his best hand writing. She watched him, then shaking her head she took the book and carefully erased his efforts with a large white gum rubber. She drew two parallel lines and told him to write the letters between her guidelines. She smiled as he produced a neat cover.
“Well done” she praised him “that is a very good start”. Adrian could not have agreed more. She was eager to teach him, he was eager to please her and very unused to any type of praise or appreciation. The lesson lasted one hour and, in that time, she taught Adrian how to take short notes and make salient points to help him remember what he had been taught. He had previously tried to write down his lessons verbatim and spent so much time writing that he never really listened to what the teacher had said. He engaged with her, asking questions and expressing opinions. He was like a new sponge soaking up everything she said.
It was eleven o’clock and time for a break.
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More in the new year! Happy Christmas!
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Happy Christmas to you too thanks for this new story i hope it gets more darker your my favourite writer on this site. You made the end of this year fun for me good luck with 2022.
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Thank you again for this story.
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GOOD READ,, SISSY BOIS LIKE ME NEED GUIDANCE THAT ONLY A DOMINANT FEMALE SUPERIOR POSSESS.
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I'm looking forward to the next chapter greatly, such a great story! Hope your Christmas break is relaxing.
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Please write more this site needs you :)
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Is there more coming because i am still excited for this tale...
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Yes this definately needs more chapters. Would love to find out how things go with the nanny, i hoping Adrian will be in for a big surprise.
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Chapter 16
Sorry for the long break but life has been very difficult this year. Hopefully, I can get back into the mood for writing.
Adrian sat in his new high chair (or learning chair as Mrs Grimshaw called it) with the straps firmly attached. He looked at his new governess hoping to be released in order that he could get down and pick up a drink and a biscuit for his elevenses.
Nanny Gloria came across from the kitchen sink clutching a sippy cup full of orange juice and another of his new bibs.
“No Nanny!” he exclaimed spluttering through his dummy “I want to use a glass please.”
“Mrs Grimshaw doesn’t want her desk ruined by spillages Adrian and has insisted that you have a safety cup. Now be a big boy and behave please.” She put the pink cup with the deep red lid with a silicone nipple on the tray in front of him. It had two long handles on either side of the beaker making it easy to grip. “You should use both hands to be on the safe side” she commanded as she flapped open the white terry towelling bib and tied it neatly with a large bow behind his neck.
“I don’t need a bib” shouted Adrian his dummy causing him to splutter and drool. “I’m a grown up.” He explained pathetically, as Mrs Grimshaw, Nanny, his mother Sophie and Sandra all in concert turned to look out into the garden at the line of fluffy white nappies, bibs and plastic pants fluttering in the wind. His little tirade finished his dummy began to bob in and out as he took vengeance on the teat firmly planted in his mouth.
“You’re just going through a bad patch, you will get better soon” explained Gloria kindly making sure his dummy was attached to his binky strap with the model train that was pinned to his shirt. She pulled out his dummy with a plop and a long string of saliva followed it and dripped onto his new bib. She put his cup into his hands and instructed he lifted it to his mouth using both handles.
The juice contained a large dose of diuretics and some Valium to help keep the boy calm. It also had the effect of depriving him of some of his bladder control while at the same time make him care less about the situation he was in.
He suc-ked on the soft nipple and the juice flowed easily from the cup, making a hissing and gurgling sound as the valve in the lid allowed in air to replace the liquid he had drunk. His mother gave him a chocolate digestive biscuit as a treat and he put down the cup and bit into it. It crumbled into four pieces that tumbled from his mouth and onto his bib leaving a trail of chocolate carnage.
Mrs Grimshaw took his learning bonnet out of the box, wiped his face with the end of his bib and fitted his new headwear. She put the microphone assembly on and gently adjusted the volume. “Can you hear me alright Adrian?” she spoke gently
Adrian nodded that he could. The lesson started, it was mathematics and Adrian was well behind in his comprehension of large areas of this topic. Agnes was patient and kind, her teaching was superb and the one-to-one tuition was not wasted on Adrian who was flourishing with all her attention. He suc-ked on his binky diligently throughout his lesson, all the while his nappy became wetter and wetter as little trickles interspersed with small gushes soaked into the waiting thirsty terry nappies.
He picked up his sippy cup and took additional slurps during his lessons.
They had lunch and Adrian fell asleep in his high chair, his do-di threatening to fall out of his mouth as his head slumped forward, but skilfully suc-ked back in at the last minute – so proficient he had become with his suc-kling. They decided to let him take a nap as Gloria and Agnes moved into their bedrooms.
Sophie organised Adrian’s nappies and plastic pants in his dresser, packing his regular underwear into plastic bags to be stored in the loft. Gloria changed him when he woke up after a solid one hour’s sleep in his high chair. He was soaking and his nappies had almost reached their saturation point as had his bib which was quite wet from his drooling round his dummy.
He returned to lessons and completed English and Geography with good attention. Agnes was delighted with is progress and attributed much of his excellent attention to the dummy that focussed his concentration (much like a cigarette or chewing gum would) and his nappies which took away the need from distracting toilet breaks.
All this hard studying had made Adrian a very tired boy and he was quite relieved to have his bonnet removed and to have his dinner sitting at the table. Sandra had come back from her afternoon surgery and the five of them sat round the table to have dinner.
Sandra was looking very pleased with herself
“I made you a tape to help you sleep Adrian” she said “I know you are very upset with me at the moment, so I took all the favourite music off your phone and made it into a music tape to help you sleep and the good news is that it will play through the headphones that Mrs Grimshaw uses with you!”
Agnes clapped her hands, Sophie was smiling and Gloria let out a loud hurray. Adrian looked puzzled.
So Sandra told Gloria that she could have the night off and go and pick up her baby because they had put a cot up in her room and she could sleep there now. She and Sophie would put Adrian to bed.
Everybody left the table and set about cleaning away the dinner things. Adrian was taken upstairs and his mother and aunty ran him a bath. His nappy was very wet and was sagging badly inside his onesie. He had come away so quickly that he had left his dummy downstairs and was feeling very cross that he was missing it quite so badly.
Sophie took off his nappy noting that there was no blood and that the dribbling that had been caused by the catheter seemed to have stopped. He was thoroughly scrubbed from head to toe and his hair washed and dried in Johnson & Johnson baby shampoo. He was laid down on his bed on top of a large towel and pinned into his night time nappies that had been doubled and a soaker made from one of his old Harrington nappies. He could hardly put his knees together, so thick was his protection. Sandra opened a new packet of plastic pants that were very crackly and very voluminous. He lifted up his bottom on request and she fitted his nappies inside the pants making sure there were no pieces poking out to cause a leak.
He was missing his dummy so much that he was suc-king on his lower lip and tempted to suc-k his fingers as he had done as a baby.
A large soft looking garment was unfurled that was a soft brushed cotton onesie in a delicate shade of pink. It had lace ruffles across the bottom, round the legs and arm holes. It had a zip up the back and snaps at the crotch to enable easy nappy changes. The fat puffy plastic pants with the thick terry nappies within seemed to try and escape the nightwear by poking through the gaps between the poppers.
His mother was linking the MP3 player via Bluetooth to the what was now his sleep bonnet. Sophie had opened a packet containing a new dummy and had offered it to Adrian who took it rather too eagerly.
“Listen to me carefully Adrian” said Sandra “I want you to try and relax because you have had a very hard day and it might be difficult for you to sleep. I want you to remember when we had our last session and we went in to the deep lake. You are sinking deeper and deeper and you are feeling sleepier and sleepier…..”
She went on through the stages of deep hypnosis and Adrian was an excellent subject who reached the bottom very quickly. “You love wearing your nappies now, they are so soft and cuddly. Every time you feel your nappy you want to go wee wee and feel it making your nappy nice and warm. You love your nappy very much and when you are wearing your nappy and plastic baby pants it makes you want to suc-k on your lovely do-di so much that it makes you dribble, You feel very nervous when you aren’t wearing your bib, because you need your bib to keep your clothes clean and dry don’t you? Your bib is also nice and soft and you like the way it soaks up all your dribbles and messes.” Adrian nodded dreamily. “Your nappy is so comforting. It takes away all your worries and you can wet your nappy as much as you like. Mummy, Aunty, Nanny and your new governess think you are so lovely and cute in your nappies. They think you are very good and brave to use them to do your wetties. Did you know that you could do your poo poo in your nappy as well? That would be nice wouldn’t it? Just to be able to let your poo come out and fill the back of your nappy. It would feel so warm and soft and you would be so protected and safe in your nappies because that is what they are for. Babies use nappies to go wee wee and poo poo all the time don’t they? They love using their nappies for their toilet because that is why their mummies put them in nappies to protect and care for them. I bet you would love to soil your nappy wouldn’t you.?” Adrian frowned. I bet you could make a really good stinky nappy for mummy and nanny couldn’t you because you are sooo clever? You would be so clever. Imagine a teenager like you filling his nappy like a baby, making a smelly one as a special present for his mummy or his nanny. Next time you feel like doing a poo, go in your nappy and see how much fun it will be. You will have to push and push because it is difficult to go poo in a nappy, but you will love the feeling of squeezing and squeezing until it pushes out into your terries. You might have to bounce up and down in your chair to help it out of your bottom but everybody likes to watch a bouncing baby don’t they?” Adrian smiled a very big smile.
“Now I am going to play you some lovely music, you will love this music because it was what you used to listen to when you were little. When you hear this music you will want your baba, because your baba is what makes you go to sleep and when you make your baba all gone you will want your do-di in all night to suc-k.” Adrian nodded.
“When you were little you used to have a special blankie to cuddle and hold against your face. Do you remember?” Adrian smiled behind his dummy. “Can you remember what it was? It was a great big fluffy nappy straight off the washing line with a sprinkling of baby powder to make it smell just like a baby. You loved it didn’t you. You hung on to it until you were nearly six years old, then Mummy took it away.” Adrian was tearing up and looking upset, his dummy was being worked frantically. Sophie appeared as if by magic and sprinkled a lot of baby powder onto the nappy that she had just finished tumble drying from the washing that previously had been drying on the line in the garden. She put it in Adrian’s hand and he immediately clutched it to his cheek, caressing it against the side of his head making little mewling sounds.
Sandra brought him out of his trance. Adrian looked at peace inhaling the babyish aroma of his cuddle nappy. Sophie sat beside him on his bed and then produced his bottle, she took him in the crook of her arm and presented Adrian with his night time baba. Just a touch of the teat on the side of his cheek had him turn his head to take the nipple deeply into his mouth and start suc-king deeply on his night feed.
As he was finishing up his bottle, his mother wiped his face with his new bib and inserted his pink dummy. The bonnet was fitted and the music started. Adrian made some inarticulate sounds and rubbed the clean nappy against his face, breathing in the baby floral fragrance.
Hidden behind the nursery rhymes that he used to know so very well he heard subliminal messages. “You love going wee wee in your nappy. You want to suc-k on your dum-dum all the time it is sooo yummy. Your nappy makes you feel so soft and safe you want to wear one all the time. Mummy loves you so much but she loves you even more when you go in your nappy like a little baby. Go wee wee in your nappy baby. You want to do a poo, you want to make a stinky nappy for nanny don’t you? What a good baby you are in your nappies. You love being back in nappies cuddling your blankie nappy. You love wearing a wet and smelly nappy so much that you feel sad when it is changed because you like feeling like a real baby in a dirty, soggy nappy.
As they pulled the babyish quilt up over the sleeping boy lying on his back with his legs akimbo held apart by the thick layers of padding, they saw his towelling nappies begin to yellow through the front of his clear plastic pants as he began the first of many wettings during his night sleep. His dummy bobbed back and forth as he dropped into a deep sleep aided in no small part by the additives to his bottle.
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Chapter 17
Adrian woke up the next day very wet. He had no recollection of wetting himself during the night and wrongly assumed it was because he was still leaking. His nappy felt hard, cold and clammy against his skin which had an unpleasant tingle developing. He wriggled about feeling like a baby and then had to pull himself back from such feelings because he knew he was a teenager.
He suc-ked on his dummy, wondering why he couldn’t hear anything except the looping nursery rhymes, then he realised he had on Mrs Grimshaw’s special bonnet. He started humming ‘three blind mice’ without realising what he was doing. He allowed the fluffy nappy he was cuddling to caress his face. The nappy that had been quite cold warmed up unexpectedly and he realised that he had wet himself without thinking.
Nanny brought her baby and the changing mat into his bedroom
“Hello Adrian, this is my baby Charlotte who is six month old. Charlotte this is Adrian who is 15” she said cheerfully “I am going to put her next to you on her changing mat. Can you look after her for me for a minute please? I just need to get her clean nappies and plastic panties.” Adrian nodded and studied the beautiful baby who was wearing a onesie that was unsnapped to reveal that she too was wearing a very wet nappy.
Nanny came back with another changing mat, this time a plastic padded mat that big enough to fit him. She had two nappies in her hand, one for Charlotte and another much larger one that was for him. In addition, she had two pairs of plastic pants for the two of them.
She placed both of them on their mats side by side and stripped them down to their nappies and pants which she managed to pull off in one and put in their respective nappy pails to sort out later. Then after a good wash with a damp flannel they were both put back into fresh clean fluffy nappies and plastic pants that were carefully replaced. Finally, they were both given pink dummies and dressed in pink onesies so that they looked like twins.
Downstairs she put Charlotte in her high chair and told Adrian to sit in his learning chair. “But I don’t eat in my high chair” he moaned “I have a proper chair to sit in for meals.” He looked around the table and quickly realised that there was not enough room for so many chairs and that his high chair was the only seat available for him.
Charlotte was put in a beautifully frilly pink bib bound in pink gingham ribbon with an applique teddy in the corner and Mummy’s Baby embroidered in the middle. He was thankful that his bib would be plain but was, for some reason that he could not explain, beginning to get anxious. He could not see his bib on the table, but he knew he needed to have it. Nanny noticed his concern and got up to get out his bib – Horror of horrors – what she took out of the drawer was not his white terry bib with the plain plastic backing, but a substantially modified protection. “I made it look pretty for you” explained Nanny “I edged it in the same pink gingham as Charlotte’s and look what I wrote for you”. “BIG BOY ADRIAN”
Adrian was horrified and was just about to kick off when Agnes, his mother, and aunt came in for their breakfast. “Oh, look at you!” exclaimed Sophie
How lovely” said Sandra “you are so spoilt Adrian”
Adrian was totally confused because a part of him was reassured that he had the safety of his bib around his neck, yet there remained a conflict of teenager versus baby. The feeling of warmth radiating down the front of his nappy and soaking in between his legs startled him, as clearly, he was no longer dribbling urine but was now wetting himself without knowing about it until he felt it happening.
“Nanny!” spoke out Agnes “you haven’t strapped him in to his chair properly,” she quickly took the straps and fixed the harness into the central clasp that held all the straps. It all clicked shut with mechanical efficiency and the green light in the central boss showed that it was secure. She tugged the straps to make sure they were firm. Adrian tried to move but was firmly held in his seat with barely an inch in which he could move.
Drinks were made and handed round. Adrian was shocked to see that his was in a baby’s bottle and not in his sippy cup. “Sorry but your cup is in the dishwasher, so I have put yours in a bottle for you” explained Nanny.
“I don’t want it” said Adrian “Why are you treating me like a baby?” he asked. The tears began to well in his eyes. Nanny took out his dummy and started to feed him his bottle which he took. She took the nappy from his hand and used it to wipe his tears. “There, there” she said. As the bottle slowly drained, so the pressure within Adrian began to manifest itself as this was the time that he would normally go to the loo to do a number 2.
“I’ve got to go” he said urgently “I’ve got to go really badly”. He felt the building pressure.
His mother and Aunt looked at him “Well go in your nappy darling,” said his mother.
“Yes, it’s alright to use your nappy that’s what its for silly boy” said Sandra
Something within Adrian cut in, he suddenly knew that it was right to use his nappy. More than that he knew that it would be fun to soil his nappies and do a poo. How many teenagers could go poo in a nappy? He was exceptional; because he knew he could, because somebody had told him so? He looked puzzled again and then picking up his dummy and putting it in his mouth he began his business.
The chair was holding him tight into the cushion, the nappies were pressed tight into his bottom. It was excruciating, the poo was fighting to come out but the nappies were tight against him to let the log force its way out. He pushed against his arm rests and lent forward into the tray and managed to find an inch or two. Slowly the log within him slowly started to force its way out of his body. He strained as hard as he could, his face turning redder and redder as he strained and grunted. He started to bounce up and down in the chair trying to gain some sort of momentum. The log went back and forth almost massaging his insides and to his horror he realised he was getting an erection. He had heard that babies (particularly boy babies) loved to soil their nappies because it gave a pleasurable feeling down there. He was writhing in a mixture of agony and absolute ecstasy. The more he bounced up and down, the greater his excitement, the more the bindings loosened their grip. He felt the log enter his nappy, maybe he was a little constipated but it felt solid as it eased its way into the waiting terry cloth. It felt amazing, he relished to act of soiling his nappy and felt his sissy stick spurt into the front of his nappy just as the log popped between his cheeks and felt reassuringly heavy in the folds of his towelling prison. He suc-ked his dummy so furiously that he was in danger of biting off the teat.
The table watched in amazement as Adrian sunk to the depths of his infantile act. He had soiled himself not like a toddler, but as an incontinent baby incapable of doing anything else. Despite having made his first stinky nappy, it did not smell that much, the excellent protection of his nappies and plastic pants had held in the aroma of his eliminations.
Adrian writhed in his high chair loving the feel of his prolific elimination in the seat of his nappy. He could feel it stick to his bottom, stick to his nappy and move about in his pants. Far from being ashamed, he was enjoying this act of infantile pleasure.
Nanny said “I had better change him”
“No let him sit in his dirty, smelly, wet nappies so he can appreciate what a baby he has become. Babies do not always get changed immediately and if Adrian wants to be a baby then he should get the full package and enjoy it!”
Adrian sat in a daze as another warm wave flowed out of him, radiating out to all sides of his nappies. A minute later and he felt another need to push, the straps being much looser allowed the second softer mush to push out of him without need to strain. He had no control, it just happened and this time the brainwashing did not work and he felt total shame and humiliation.
Adrian started to cry as he woke up from his awful dream to realise that here he was – a fifteen-year-old teenager – sat in a high chair, wearing baby clothes, a dirty bib round his neck, suc-king a dummy and back in nappies and plastic pants that he had just soiled like a little baby. He was worse than a toddler.
Charlotte looked at him, she too was suc-king her dummy, she too was fouling her nappies but she did it with silence and dignity. She did not know any better, it was expected of her. Adrian should have known better – his future was finished – he had matured to a special needs case.
CONCLUDED
This is not the end! I have another story that I want to get down on paper
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Thank you so much for continuing this delightful story. Despite the delay, it only goes to prove that good things in this life are worth waiting for. Again, thank you! You write beautifully and I look forward to whatever your creative mind can contrive.
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Thank you for your lovely words. My partner has had six medical problems in under a year and been in hospital twice during that time.
This latest story has been concluded but actually I want to come back to it because it has a huge number of threads to explore!
My next story has been haunting me for months and I need to put it down on paper to organise my thoughts! I know how it starts, I know how it ends with a dreadful shock, now I need to disentangle the middle.
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That was exceptional its a great return for you can not wait for more. By any chance will you continue the It Never Rains story i really want Tommy's torment to continue.
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It never rains but it pours might be revisited! Loose ends can often become entangled!
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Yippie!!!
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Just finished reading the whole chapter. Aunt Sandra is evil, i wonder if his mommy knows Sandra did this on purpose to him.
Got a nice nanny, but not thrilled with the Governess.
This is a excellent story from start to finish. Please keep writing.
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platypus :)