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The Trouble with Dribbles
I read a story on Deviant art and this just had to be a theme that I had to develop.
Chapter 1
Doug took off his underwear under the supervision of the nanny employed by his stepmother to look after his half sister who was a little toddler ten years his junior.
Nanny was a tall not unattractive muscular woman who stood at almost six feet with long dark brown hair tied into a tight bun. Her face was soft and kindly but her eyes held a fierce glint that seemed to be able to see right inside you. She always wore a dark blue uniform of a matronly type, protected by a white pinafore apron on which she pinned her watch and a few spare pink tipped nappy pins ready at all times for her charge.
Toddler Charlotte was two and a bit years old and a long way from being fully potty trained, frequently successful in making it to her potty in time for a pooh but otherwise wet at all other times. Nanny was confident that she would be out of her terry nappies in a few months or so during the day but would continue to need her bulky protection for night time use for many months to come. She was a little bit behind schedule in her training and she attributed this to the fact that her father was absent more often than he was at home, because he was a high powered executive who needed to be away and this was found stressful by his daughter.
Doug’s stepmother was a consultant urologist in the local hospital and in such demand that the employment of a nanny to help her bring up her daughter was essential. The disappearance of his mother a couple of years previously had been very troublesome to Doug and he had spent much of the time with his spinster aunt who had doted on him and spoilt him in so many ways. For a considerable period he had reverted to wetting his bed and his aunty had almost relished putting him back in nappies and changing him each morning, almost rewarding him for his childish act with praise and reassuring hugs and kisses.
The divorce had been acrimonious and hateful, she had run off with a man she loved with a passion, but there was no place in her life for Doug. His new stepmother Kate had been kind to him and the two twin daughters (Hannah and Gina who were three years his senior) from her previous marriage had come as part of the package. They were moved into his larger bedroom and he took one of the smaller bedrooms. It was only a year later when she fell pregnant. Once baby arrived he found that his stuff had been moved in to the box room and a new nursery created for the new baby and Nanny in his old room.
Nanny had noticed that his underwear was marked both front and rear. His hygiene and maybe control was not at its best. There was a discussion between his mother, Nanny and Doug in his little bedroom shortly after the inspection.
“I think he needs to strengthen his continence Nanny, so I want you to order him some towelling training pants with a plastic barrier to enable him to try some exercises to improve his sphincter and muscle control. Doug, I want you to wear these special briefs and hold off going to the toilet until the very last moment. This will make sure that you encourage your bladder to increase in capacity and at the same time force you to fight your involuntary loss of urine. You will report to Nanny when you are reaching your tolerance limit and then you will have to allow the flow to start for a count of three seconds before clamping down and then going to the toilet normally.”
“You mean I have to wet myself deliberately?” asked Doug
“Yes Doug, it is a training exercise we use in the hospital after patients have suffered an urological trauma, in order to restore their continence. Now in order to keep this a secret from your sisters I have arranged for a large potty to be delivered that can be kept in the nursery. Once you have done the release exercise you can pull down your pants, fill up your potty and get cleaned and changed. It also means we can work out how successful your control is working and how well your bladder capacity is increasing.”
“How long do I have to do this for?” he asked
“About a year” replied his stepmother “but it has to be monitored really carefully because there is a real possibility that your condition may get worse”.
“Is my problem that bad Mother? Why can’t I just try a little pad in my pants?” His stepmother looked slightly annoyed and a tension started top build that Doug assessed immediately, she was starting to draw in a deep breath. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it” he capitulated. Nanny smiled, she had no great love for Doug and this could be a lot of fun and was just bursting with many humiliating scenarios.
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This looks like it's going to be another masterful story from Antonia.
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A great start. Doug is gonna be potty training with his lil sister soon.
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Fun beginning! Except I think Doug may wind up getting potty UN-training LOL! I think there's a great chance he regresses while baby sister progresses!
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Fun beginning! Except I think Doug may wind up getting potty UN-training LOL! I think there's a great chance he regresses while baby sister progresses!
I think so as well, but said it the way I did because I can see him having to follow little sisters schedule for a bit before nanny makes him wait longer and longer until he loses control
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Antonia thankyou for returning your work is incredible. Could you please answer my question of will do a prequel story to when it rains about Tommy and his mummy?
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Chapter 2
A large box of plastic pants lined with thick terry towelling arrived within days along with the biggest pink potty that Doug (or Nanny) had ever seen. They were identical to the first stage nappy pants that would be used by a toddler in the first weeks of potty training but a size appropriate to a young teenager. Nanny unpacked them and stacked them in a huge pile next to the huge stack of terry nappies that were used by Charlotte during the day, moving her larger thicker night time nappies further along the shelf. The two piles of fluffy terry helped to disguise the new stack of protective wear. Twelve pairs of lined plastic pants now stood as tall as the stack of over twenty daytime nappies.
Also delivered was what Doug assumed to be some sort of yoga mat or agility mat, but was somewhat surprised when it was unrolled to see that is was covered in a babyish design with little teddies wearing nappies and was clearly designed for changing very large children.
“Let’s get started, trousers off, pants off, lie down, arms back behind your head and legs wide on the mat please,”ordered Nanny. Doug did as instructed and before he could utter a word he found himself being shaved with an electric razor until he was baby smooth. He was turned and manipulated until all signs of any hair had been totally erased. “Now you need to be protected from any rashes” said Nanny rubbing in a thick white cream that barely was absorbed into the skin leaving a thick white residue that was sticky and oily.
“Lift up” she commanded flapping out one of the new pairs of underwear as she pulled them up his legs and over his bottom. The towelling protection was soft and comfortable, it almost felt sensual as the soft vinyl rustled quietly but noticeably. “All done, upsydaisy, trousers on and tuck in your shirt”.
The trousers barely fit over his new protection and every move came with an associated rustling. He looked in the long mirror that Nanny used to check her immaculate uniform each morning and he could detect the padding about his loins. Charlotte who had been taking a nap in her cot chose the moment they had finished to awake from her slumbers. Nanny sprang into action and made for the baby. “Off you go Dougie” she chirped “when you need to go, you must ask me for your potty so we can practice your exercises, but you must leave it until the very last moment like your mother explained. Now I know it might be difficult in front of the others or in company, so you must ask me if you could have a ‘private word’ with me in the nursery. This is the way we can keep it all a secret.
The two girls, Charlotte in her high chair, Nanny and Doug all sat at the table for a lunch of cold meats and salad. Charlotte wore her pink bib with the little lamb on it and ate her chopped up meat and bread cut into narrow slices with her stubby little finger. She stopped at intervals to drink from her baby bottle which she preferred to use over her sippy cup. The twins were in mischievous mood and like most teenagers were eager to make mileage out of what they had seen.
“Doug seems to be looking a bit chubbier today” said Hannah. “he looks like he is wearing a nappy” exclaimed Gina. “Or perhaps he is back in training pants” giggled her twin sister. “I heard a definite crinkly noise when he sat down” said the other, reaching out a hand to probe the person sat next to her. “Oh my goodness! He is wearing a nappy, I can feel his plastic pants”.
Doug shot up in a state of shock.
Nanny immediately stepped in “Doug has a problem with is waterworks and is very brave to try and make it better with some exercises that your mother has instructed him to perform. Now sadly that will mean that he will have to wet himself a little bit, while he tries to strengthen his muscles. Now I think he is being very brave and you should not make fun of him please”.
The twins apologised, Doug who was blushing intensely sat down and everybody tried to ignore the crackling of his plastic pants.
By mid afternoon the pressure in Doug’s bladder had reached a crescendo and he was getting desperate and summoned Nanny to his aid. They went to the nursery as the twins played with their sister. Doug was writhing with the urgency and clutching himself in order to prevent any leaks. Nanny calmly unrolled his changing mat and positioned the enormous pink potty in the middle. Doug was becoming frantic and could already feel a warm dampness creeping into his new pants.
“Nanny, I’m starting to go”, he warned “I don’t think I can hold it very much longer”
“One more minute, then I will count three, two, one and you will release as I count one thousand, two thousand, stop and then you will clamp down. We will then pull down your pants and we will sit you on your potty and you can finish doing your wee wee.
Doug was almost crying as Nanny started her count down. On the words ‘one thousand’ he released and a flood poured into his underwear, hot, streaming it radiated out beneath his hand, ‘two thousand’ and he was in full stream, ‘stop’ and he tried with all his might to clamp down on the flow but it continued for another second or so before he managed to control it. Nanny brushed away his hands to reveal the front of his plastic pants showing the wet yellow towelling contained within. She pulled down his pants and slipped the potty under him as he squatted down. He had not fully shut down his release and as soon as his bottom hit the rim of the potty he finished off the performance. There was as much wetness in his pants as there was in the potty.
“Pull up your pants, I’ll change you shortly, but I need to measure how much you have saved for the potty so that we can see whether you are improving or getting worse as time goes on. Nanny measured the volume and emptied the potty down the toilet that was en suite to the nursery.
Doug felt the freshly wet towelling against his skin and couldn’t wait to wear a clean pair of training pants.
Suddenly there was a shout from downstairs followed by a cry from the baby. “Follow me!” shouted Nanny as Doug was forced to pull up his trousers and tuck in his shirt as they ran down the stairs. In the lounge the twins were comforting their sister who had stabbed her foot on one of her toys.
Nanny picked her up and immediately noticed that the shock of her little accident had cause her to soil her nappy which was usually quite a rare event these days. She comforted Charlotte patting her back and cuddling her to her breast where the crying slowly subsided into sniffles.
The twins turned their attention to Doug who was still trying to tuck his voluminous pants into his trousers and secure the zip on his fly. They could clearly see that not only were his pants wet but that the smell of his accident was also detectable. He looked so miserable that they decided to say nothing, it couldn’t be any fun being in his position.
Nanny seemed to be away for ages and when she returned, Charlotte was sweetly smelling of baby powder and luxuriating in a fresh, clean, fluffy, dry nappy. This was a long way from Doug who was stewing in his damp, smelly prison wrapped about him.
As Charlotte was being put in her play pen Doug had a sudden burst of rage and shouted out “what about me? You only care about HER, you never care about me. I am going to change myself because this is stupid and I am not doing it any more. He stamped his foot petulantly and Nanny was not impressed. The consequences of his outburst were not going to be liked…….
Note: A prequel to a previous story can be done!
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Doug just kicked open the door to a punishment he is going to hate
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Chapter 3
Nanny gave one of her sweet smiles and took Doug by the hand. “Take off your trousers, sit down on here” she said, leading him to Charlotte’s play mat. “I am Charlotte’s nanny not yours, so you are just extra work. If you want to behave like a baby then you will be treated like one, so you can sit in your wet pants and learn what it feels like to be a baby again. I know this is going to very difficult for you but you will thank us all in the long term, when you can keep yourself under control and not dribble and soil your underwear. However, I am not going to tolerate any outbursts, so you will have to be punished for your rudeness. Now, you will have to stew in your mess until you next need to go to the toilet when we can repeat the exercise all over again.”
“But that could be a long time” whined Doug “I might get a rash”.
“I don’t think so” said Nanny “but to speed up events why don’t you have a drink of juice. Here take this drink that Charlotte didn’t want because it wasn’t in her baby bottle.” Doug looked at the large sippy cup warily but decided not to make a fuss. The ‘Nuby’ cup fizzed and hissed as he greedily suc-ked on the soft silicon spout (half way between a teat and a plastic drinking spout) and the air fought its way back into the vacuum created by his drinking. The twins looked at him open mouthed as Doug looked even more babyish sitting in his wet training pants on a colourful plastic play mat suc-king on a baby beaker which he held by the two large handles. Nanny could not suppress a grin and had to look away before a small chuckle could escape her. She took her mind off things by snuggling her nose into Charlotte’s tummy and blowing a raspberry.
Doug had annoyed her from the very first day that she had arrived. He moaned and moaned about losing his bedroom that had an en suite bathroom. He went on incessantly about how small and dingy his new room was. The walls were pink, his posters would not fit, he had nowhere to put his computer and on and on he went. Eventually Nanny managed to settle in to her new room and arranged Charlotte’s cot and clothing so that the two of them could coexist comfortably in Doug’s old room.
It was true that Doug was in the second division compared to Kate’s family; it was only natural that a mother should favour her own children over that of her partner. The twins naturally doted over their new sister and tended to leave Doug alone. So it was that Doug became more and more isolated as Charlotte took over the family focus. Nanny with the baby, Nanny having planning meetings with his stepmother, and the twins drifting between them all.
Nappies, plastic pants, bibs and baby wear were all over the house. The family bathroom was full of girly stuff, he barely had any room for his toothbrush. Slowly but surely he was feeling ostracised and isolated from what used to be his family home. How he missed his mother and how he resented her new lover now husband who wanted nothing to do with him any more.
So it was decided that he would begin a programme of mischief. He knocked over the carefully folded stack of nappies in the nursery (his old room he reminded himself) and ruffled them up. He took the jar of dummies and hid them under Nanny’s bed, he smeared nappy cream over Nanny’s mirror and shook baby powder all over her jewellery case. Silly, aggravating, pointless acts that thoroughly irritated Nanny.
Around about this time, he started to take less care with his hygiene and even he had to admit that his underwear was starting to take some damage. However, and more worrying, was that all this tension in his life was starting to impact on his sleep. One night he woke up just as he was about to wet his bed. It was enough to leave a patch on his pyjama trousers. He decided that to be on the safe side he would wear underpants under his jammies ‘just in case’ and that is why the staining in these garments was intensified.
Doug had been watching a programme created for young children and was watching with Charlotte because there was nothing else to do. He had been told not to move and was following instructions until his bladder started to send urgent messages. What should he do? Go and find Nanny, make a run for the toilet, shout for help? He decided to call out.
Nanny appeared much to his relief, her hands full with a basket of freshly laundered nappies that she was taking outside to hang on the line. “I’m just going to hang out Charlotte’s nappies, then I will come straight back and attend to you” she said, secretly pleased to see the boy in huge discomfort. Doug looked distraught at this news as he was very close to reaching the end of his bladder’s tether. However, there was worse to come and his previously quiet rear end was now starting to protest very loudly. A break of wind trumpeted an intense desire to release. He rose to his knees in an attempt to prevent a disaster. He looked through the French windows as Nanny completed hanging the tenth nappy, the basket was still half full and there were still the plastic pants to hang after the terries.
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Thank you so much Antonia a look into Tommy and his mean mummy is so interesting of how it shaped him
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Doug is going to be sleeping with nanny pretty soon.
It’s been awhile since there have been two great stories going at the same time, and I’m happy to see it
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Message for Baby Mac. You asked for a prequel about Tommy, but I wrote that ages ago! Tommy’s Story which is on page 4 of this forum. To be fair, I had forgotten that I wrote it! I could do a sequel and follow his life a bit further if you liked?
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Yes sure i would be happy for you to revisit it, the story is never rains but it pours. Its just the stuff with his evil mummy growing up was amazing. You could have the women use the hypnosis again to mentally take him back to more cruel events of this past with his mother. Its like they have made him a prisoner of his memory. Thank you for replying i wish i could help more!
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Chapter 4
Doug was almost catatonic with an intense drip building at his front and a giant log trying to force its way out at the back, all the while his wet pants reminding him of his babyish situation. He clutched his front and started to jiggle while clenching his cheeks in an attempt to quiet the serious risk of soiling himself. He looked out again, nappy number fifteen was fluttering in the breeze, plastic pants were starting to appear on the line, not long to go now. A groan escaped him, so intense was the pain and desperate his situation and it seemed to come from his very soul.
The twins, who had been helping out in the kitchen, heard the noise and came in to investigate. They looked on in amazement as they looked at their stepbrother doing what was clearly a potty dance characteristic of any toddler undergoing toilet training and who had not mastered the art of timing a toilet run. Doug was almost crying by this stage, red faced, teary and in obvious pain.
“I’ve got to go really badly” he appealed to them as he saw Nanny starting to hang up a small line of bibs, “Help me please, tell Nanny I have to go to the toilet, pleeeeease I’m begging you.” The twins looked at each other, they had no real love of Doug and this was payback for some horrible tricks he had played on them. Was the payback proportional or fair? Who knew? They decided to call Nanny for him and rushed into the garden just as the last bib was being pegged out.
They all rushed out, Nanny had picked up Charlotte and the four of them stood in front of Doug as battles were being lost. Doug let out a huge wail as an enormous log forced its way out and fell into the waiting training pants, forcing out the rear. Almost simultaneously, he could hold out no longer and he flooded the front of his pants. The absorbency of the terry cloth was far exceeded and a dribble of urine started to run down the side of his legs. He stood bow-legged on the play mat, a young teen reduced to the status of an incontinent toddler in the space of one day.
His day was complete when Charlotte spoke one of her few words “Baby” she exclaimed. His day could not have possible been any worse he thought, until there was the sound of the front door being opened.
“Mummy” called out the twins, “Mama” cried out Charlotte, “Oh no!” moaned Doug. His stepmother was propelled into the lounge and she shook her head at the sight of her stepson standing legs akimbo clearly wearing wet and soiled training pants.
“Turn round” she barked “how old are you? Have you wet and soiled your training pants?”
Doug could only nod his head.
“Nanny give me Charlotte and get this child cleaned up please”, she ordered waving Doug away “I want this ‘grown up teen’ bathed, put in a nappy, fed a bottle of baby milk, given a dummy and put straight to bed. If he behaves like an infant, then he has to be punished like one. I don’t believe in corporal punishment, but I do believe the punishment should fit the crime. He will spend the next 24 hours just like Charlotte. Perhaps he will man up if he is humiliated like this. BUT, she emphasized, but, I do not want his father to know anything about this, because that would be beyond cruel. No texting your friends, your step dad or anybody about this. Got it? Good!”
Doug was bathed, cleaned and pinned into three of Charlotte’s night time nappies. Fortunately, he was quite small for his size and the 27” square nappies were more than adequate. There were no plastic pants that could fit and so his bundle of terry protection was covered using the voluminous nappy pants with their plastic pants outer. He was put in one of the twin’s old nighties and given one of Charlotte’s new dummies to suc-k.
His final task was to wash and clean by hand his wet and soiled pants. Nanny explained that they could not boil wash these garments because they were not designed to be soiled. Boiling the nappy might take out the stains but would destroy the plastic pants element. He had to use Vanish (an oxygen cleaner) to get the stain out of the nappy part, but despite his hard endeavours, the yellow/orange stain made to the plastic pants near the leg opening was indelible. Everybody would know that he had had a huge accident in his protection.
He was taken downstairs, forced to waddle by the great wedge of towelling between his legs. His stepmum and the rest of the family looked thunderstruck by the sight of this overgrown toddler heavily nappied, wearing a baby doll top and suc-king a pink dummy with apparent enthusiasm. In his hands he carried his freshly washed protection that Nanny took out and hung next to his little sister’s nappies.
Nanny returned and told Doug to sit on the couch next to her. She tied a large plastic backed towelling bib around his neck, it was one of Charlotte’s largest bibs that was almost too big for her. It was a perfect size for Doug. Moments later he was lying across her lap as she fed him his first bottle since he was a small baby. He couldn’t help but gaze into her eyes as he suc-ked hungrily on the bottle teat. In return, he detected a small glimmer of kindness and sympathy in Nanny’s eyes and he was immediately saddened that he had made an enemy of her. Unable to express his feeling he felt a small tear escape and run down his cheek, which Nanny dried with a muslin nappy that Nanny always seemed to be carrying about her person wherever she might be. Where she hid these things was a mystery, she always seemed prepared for every eventuality! The last dregs of his bottle disappeared through the teat and the gurgling signified the end. Nanny gently removed the bottle and carefully inserted the pink dummy back in his mouth. She kissed him gently on his forehead and his heart melted at that very moment, he loved her in a way that he had never felt for a very long time, since his mother had left. “I wov you Nanny” he managed to whisper through his dummy.
Nanny hugged him just a little harder to show she had heard him.
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Poor little Doug is getting the full baby treatment he deserves! Nice story!
BTW as a Star Trek fan, I love the wordplay in your title :)
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Chapter 5
Doug was so completely humiliated that he didn’t think he could feel any smaller as Nanny tucked him up in his bed. She searched the pocket in the front of her apron and pulled out the pink dummy he had been suc-king previously. He did not put up any resistance as she rubbed it across his lips and he took the soft silicon teat into his mouth. He did not resist when she told him to sit up a little while she tied a bib around his neck in order to catch the dribbles caused by his binky suc-king.
She bent down and kissed his forehead, then dropped the blind and drew the curtains to leave his bedroom in total darkness. A glance at his bedside clock told him it was only five o’clock in the afternoon. Nanny reached in to her apron once more and found a baby bottle filled with Ribena blackcurrant juice. “In case you get thirsty” she explained “you are going to be in bed a long time. No getting up during the night, no using the toilet because you are wearing thick nappies, no reading. You must go straight to sleep”.
He suc-ked pensively on his dummy, it tasted a little bitter, he was going to explain that he didn’t feel tired but the more he suc-ked, the more tired he seemed to feel. He slumped back into his pillow. The last thing he remembered was how his bed crinkled and he realised Nanny had protected his mattress with a plastic sheet.
An hour or so later his bladder released and a warmth spread across his thick nappies, while his plastic pants kept everything safely contained and his bed dry. His dummy bobbed in and out as he slept deeply and soundly.
The next morning he was awoken to the sound of a commotion.
“You will not pander to the whims of that boy Nanny. His is a lazy, slovenly urchin who needs to be taught a lesson. You will carry our his punishment as I ordered yesterday. He will stay in nappies, drink from a bottle, suc-k a dummy and crawl everywhere like a little baby until teatime. After that I will review the situation. He must certainly practice the exercises I gave you for him, otherwise he may never be fully continent.”
“But it is so cruel” pleaded Nanny who felt that her punishment far exceeded the crime. Doug had tried his damnedest to control himself, it wasn’t really his fault that she had taken so long to hang out his stepsister’s nappies, plastic pants and bibs. The shame he had endured in front of his family had been punishment enough and the final humiliation of washing out his filthy training pants had been a really unpleasant task. “Let me get him up and put his back in his training pants Mrs. Reynolds and I will make sure he goes back to his exercises. Don’t you think that having to use a pink potty is a big punishment in its own right?”
“Are you questioning me Nanny?” exploded Kate
“Yes, I most certainly am” retorted Nanny “you are a monster.”
“And you Nanny, are fired. Pack up your things and go. I want you packed up and gone in the hour. I will pay you three months severance and I will give you a splendid reference, but I will not be contradicted in my own house. Never.” shouted Kate with spittle flying with her venomous anger. “And don’t think for one minute that you are going to see Doug again, because I am going to take over his care for the next month or so. I think he would find a goodbye to be very distressing, so I am going to ask you to leave quickly and quietly.”
Nanny wiped a silent tear from the corner of her eye, went to her room and packed up her few belongings in to two very large cases. Charlotte stood in her cot wearing a very wet nappy and could not understand why her nanny was not changing her and giving her a cuddle. Nanny could hardly bare to look at her. There was a knock on her door. Bill the gardener and handyman had come up to help her to carry her luggage down to her small car.
In a moment she had gone.
Doug was lying in his bed, his eyes watering with sadness, his nappy soaking wet and on the verge of leaking, his dummy providing him with the comfort he so badly needed at this time. He heard a car driving away from the house, the tyres scrunching on the gravel as it made its way to the gates that protected the property.
His stepmother called the twins. He struggled to hear what was being said. “You are both fifteen years old and I need you to be more proactive in this family. So, from now on, the two of you are going to look after your sister while I look after your stepbrother Doug. I shall of course be looking for a new nanny, but until then I need you to pull your weight. Okay? I appreciate this is a big ask, but I will raise your weekly allowance to make it worth your while.”
He heard feet coming up the stairs, the knot in his stomach grew even tighter, his bladder spurted additional pee into his already saturated nappy. The door opened and from the darkness of his room he could see the striking silhouette of his stepmother framing the doorway. The curtains were opened, the blind was raised and light streamed into his small room making Doug blink with the suddenness of it all. What a sight he presented, his bib not only wet from his drooling, but also stained pink with the dribbles that had escaped his bottle of Ribena that he had fumbled with at some time during the night, when it was too dark to see what he was doing.
“Good morning baby Dougie” she cooed sarcastically “how is my little one today? Have you soaked your nappy like the little infant you pretend to be?”
“I had to go in my nappy” he bleated “you’re the one who made Nanny put me back in nappies.” His dummy still firmly embedded in his mouth and threatening to be ejected with his forceful remarks.
“You seem to love your do-do Dougie, look at you trying to talk like a big boy while still suc-king on you dummy!” Kate was about to continue her tirade when the sound of the doorbell stopped he in mid flow. She looked out of his window and almost seemed to be gleeful. “That is the delivery I ordered from the hospital” she explained, hastily making her way to the stair “I’ll get it, you girls look after Charlotte.”
Doug heard a brief dialogue on the doorstep, then Bill being summoned and two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. A large parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with string was placed on the small desk that supported his computer. Bill left with a nod to Kate and she opened the parcel.
“Look what I managed to get for you baby! We stopped using terry nappies in the geriatric ward and moved to disposables. These are adult sized nappies, I don’t want you soiling and messing up Charlotte’s lovely fluffy white nappies. These are a bit stained and some of them are not that soft any more but then this is your punishment today.” she explained. “Ah, wonderful! They found the plastic pants I asked for.” She pulled out six pairs of yellowing pants, that were clearly well used, some of which had signs of previous staining from severely double incontinent patients. As she handled them the crackling was intense. The elastic around the legs and was was yellowed and discoloured.
She pulled back his duvet and was pleased to see that his bed and nightie were still dry but clearly surprised at how drenched he had made his nappy. She stripped off his nappy and the enclosing nappy pants in one swift move as he raised his bottom from the sheet. He lay there naked as she folded one of the new nappies into a kite shape and then folded another into a rectangle that she placed in the middle for additional protection. The nappies were far from pristine and there were ominous stains on both of them. She slipped the bundle under Doug and pulled the the front corner through his legs and pulled the substantials sides across to the middle. He was swamped in nappy and the overlap was huge. Kate struggled to push the nappy pin through all the thickness of the diaper.
“I need to be cleaned first” moaned Doug as the pin was snapped shut.
“No, I am not going to clean you because I want you to smell like a pissy little baby and I am going to fit these plastic pants over you so that everybody will think that these are your pants and nappies and that you have caused all the staining by you doing poohs in them. I also want you to develop a good case of nappy rash so that when you crawl you will need to keep your legs wide open to stop them chafing your skin.” She pulled up the noisy crackling pants and the grey stained cloth showed through the transparent plastic which had orange staining around the leg holes.
She ordered Doug to get on his knees and crawl to the family bathroom to clean his teeth. The nappies were rough and nothing like the fluffy comfort he experienced wearing Charlotte’s nappies. The twins had carefully cleaned and renappied their sister who looked immaculate and smelt of baby powder and protective creams in her sweet toddler dress. They looked at Doug with his dirty bib, stained old nappy and smelling of stale pee and hospital disinfectant from his second hand protection. They could hear the crackle of his old pants from yards away.
NOTE: Be patient because the next section has not been written yet.
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Poor Doug. I have a feeling it’s only getting worse for him. I wonder if nanny will attempt to free him.
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Chapter 6
After Doug had cleaned his teeth he was taken back to his bedroom where his stepmother had left a sundress that belonged to one of the twins. She told him to put it on and fastened the little buttons at the back. It had puffy short sleeves and was a delicate shade of pink with little white hearts in the print. The dress was trimmed and accented with a row of lace around every border. It looked very similar to the dress that might be worn by a small baby. The good news was that it was brand new because both the twins had refused point blank to wear it for that very reason. The bad news was that there had to be two of these dresses. The hem rested neatly just below the waist and of his plastic pants. Kate told him to face the window and stood behind him, she reached round from the back and tied a bib round his neck. It was one of Charlotte’s oldest bibs and was quite badly stained from many months of use, indeed so old that the bottom had started to fray from being boil washed so many times. Doug was about to protest when he was spun round and his pink dummy (attached to a pink ribbon) was fixed to his bib with a safety pin. She offered it to his lips and he took his dummy without complaint.
“If you behave, then your incontinence enforcement exercises will recommence at 5 o’clock and you will be returned to your training pants. you will be wearing nappies to bed every night until you have successfully completed the programme I have planned for you. If after three months there has been no improvement, then a number of alternatives need to be re-examined. You will either have regressed to total incontinence or you will have made no progress. If you haven’t made any progress then I’m afraid that we might have to make a surgical intervention to seal your fate one way or another.” she said without emotion.
Little did Doug know, but his stepmother’s views on incontinence and subsequent muscle training techniques had been totally debunked as nonsense by her peers in the urological world. Far from being successful, most patients ended up traumatised and found that rather than seeing an improvement, their condition worsened and leaks, accidents and sudden releases became more the norm. The surgical interventions had in the most part left the patients totally incontinent and nappy dependent for the rest of their lives. Little did Kate know at the time, but there were moves to have her investigated, especially as it was widely suspected that she had now started to experiment with hypnosis and other psychological techniques to try and improve the lives of her patients. If that was not enough, she had been looking at a micro-procedure on the brain to isolate the centres for continence control, the first patient had suffered drastic consequences and regressed in ways that she had not anticipated.
Doug sat at the table, Charlotte was in her high chair suc-king on her bottle, a clean pristine bib around her neck with a teddy embroidered into one corner wearing a little red coat. She bounced up and down as she waited for her breakfast to arrive. The two twins were digging in to their cereals and sipping cups of tea. The teapot steamed on the table announcing that it was fresh made. The toaster was loaded with four slices of bread and was expected to deliver any second, Doug’s mouth was watering at the prospect of toast and marmalade or perhaps Marmite applied onto freshly buttered toast, lovely and runny.
Kate came in and fiddled about for a moment. A bottle of milk was thrust into Doug’s hands and his dummy roughly pulled out and the teat of the baby bottle put in his mouth. He suc-ked on the nipple and almost gagged, it was so sweet and sickly that it was almost impossible to swallow. “It is some old baby milk from when Charlotte was a small baby” announced Kate “drink up, then we can feed you your breakfast.” Doug was almost heaving but knew better than to argue.
The dish that arrived next was an indescribable mush of textures and colours. “These are a load of jars of baby food that seemed to have been left behind” explained his stepmother “these things never go off, so you should be alright. Charlotte didn’t like a lot of these flavours, so it is good we have you to finish them off. Waste not want not! That’s the old adage.”
The taste was appalling, spinach, liver, sweet corn, carrots, broccoli, you name it and it seemed to be in the mix; and there was a very large quantity. He hesitated, the look on Kate’s face told him that he should plough on and get the job done. He felt as if he were about to vomit, so vile was the taste. He managed to finish, but started to salivate in the way that announces you are about to throw up. The twins looked on apprehensively as Doug’s face took on a greenish hue. Kate pushed his binkie back in and started to prepare another bottle, measuring out the baby powder with the provided scoop. Doug was salivating so heavily that it was drooling out from behind the face plate of his dummy. He tried suc-king harder but it was to no avail, and that hideous taste of bile regurgitating itself was beginning to make him heave.
Kate delivered the second bottle, unplugged his dummy and reinserted the teat of the feeding bottle. Doug started to heave and decided it was time to make a run for the toilet. Kate told him to sit down and picked up one of the recently delivered nappies that she had brought downstairs in case Doug needed a change. She held it to his head in case he was sick and at the same time removed his bottle. The smell of the nappy with its stale smell of disinfectant and institutional odours was the final trigger and with a groan Doug was as sick as a dog. The old nappy took the full force and captured most of his sickness. The used nappy was replaced with another and held to his mouth. Doug recovered a little only to be presented with the bottle of milk. He drank it to clean his mouth not because he wanted it.
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Really incredible now we are seeing his descending path now that the caring nanny is out. I really hope the new Nanny is going to be a large scary bully and bully him into submission. And i am looking forward to the step mothers mind altering ways to regress him, sounds freighting. Lots of love and luck!
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Chapter 7
He felt chilly and shivered, Kate took him up to bed. Over the coming hour, Doug developed a very high temperature and continued to be nauseous throwing up in the bucket that contained a dash of Dettol. He drifted in and out of sleep before developing a fever that made him delirious. His temperature soared and Kate was beginning to become worried, maybe the sell by dates were important after all. She seemed to have deliberately poisoned her stepson. By late evening Doug had soiled himself three times and was making good progress using the delivered nappies. He now had a chronic case of nappy rash that was so severe that he might need to go without wearing a nappy for fear of inducing an infection. Kate sat by him throughout the night but Doug was was deteriorating quickly. The lesions in his nappy area had allowed toxins from his eliminations to penetrate his blood stream and he now had a blood infection. Kate knew as a doctor that septicaemia was not a condition that she could treat at home and that Doug would need some really strong antibiotics if he was hoping to pull through.
The ambulance arrived and Doug was rushed to hospital where he was immediately connected to an intravenous drip and in his other arm a constant flow of saline solution to rehydrate his damaged body. The nurses were horrified by the state of the old soiled nappies he was wearing and appalled by the filthy old plastic pants and lack of any barrier creams or skin protection. He was gently cleaned, coated in thick creams and salves, then put into a clean disposable nappy. They were puzzled as to why a young teenager should present to them wearing nappies, a bib and most confusingly a pink dummy was pinned to him. The team were less surprised when they discovered it was a disliked colleague from the urology department that was the carer of this young charge.
Kate was questioned by the head of her department and by the consultant looking after the ICU that day. She tried to explain that Doug was undergoing her continence reinforcement programme but had huge difficulties in explaining the baby’s bib and soother. It was after much cross examination that she had to confess that he was being punished for his babyish behaviour and not being in favour of corporal punishment had opted for the humiliation of treating him like a baby. The hospital’s laboratory had determined that his sickness was probably caused by a rogue bacteria in one of the jars of baby food, but his illness of chronic infection was down to her negligence.
After more than a week, Doug slowly recovered and was allowed to leave hospital. The nurses had cared and looked after him with care and affection. The filthy clothes he came in were discarded and burnt in the hospital incinerator, but he was given the pretty sun dress to take home in an hospital plastic bag. Kate had provided the hospital with a set of his clothes to return home in. She packed his regular underwear but also packed a pair of his training pants (just in case). The hospital decided that the protective underwear was probably necessary as Doug had not managed to remain dry all the time.
Chapter 8
Doug arrived home to find that Nanny had been replaced with a new nanny who wanted to be called Nurse Julie. She was a bit older than the last nanny and seemed to be quite old-fashioned and old school which basically meant she was far more strict. Julie had been fully appraised of Doug’s situation and had taken one look at the old nappies that he had been expected to wear and thrown them out along with the old plastic pants. She had a reputation to maintain and her nappies were gleaming white, pristinely clean and impeccable for any of her young charges.
The twins were released from their duties looking after Charlotte who was already under new the training regime of nurse Julie. Her baby bottles had been cleaned sterilised and dried, along with the numerous teats and were stored away in a plastic crate ready for storage. She was grizzling about being made to drink from a sippy cup, she was also bemoaning the loss of her dummy and the baby blanket she used to carry around with her as a comforter.
Using her considerable resources, Julie had already located and sourced new nappies specifically designed for older children or teens with special needs. There were pull up plastic pants and vinyl pants with poppers for Doug to wear at night until he could be relied on to keep his bed dry. She had also purchased two terry towelling bibs in case there was any problems with his dexterity following his life threatening trip to hospital. She had talked to his nursing staff and understood that he was extremely weak and needed a lot of time to recover his strength, mobility and muscle coordination.
Nurse Julie welcomed Doug with a hug, Kate could hardly look at him as her actions had landed her with a number of uncomfortable interviews that had seriously undermined her position within the urology department. The twins were bemused by all that had happened, they outwardly showed concern for him but in reality he was not a real part of their family. Charlotte was the only person who seemed genuinely glad that he had come home and kept shouting his name repeatedly.
Doug was damp and had had an accident in his training pants in the ride home with Kate. Julie rushed him upstairs and carefully cleaned and dried him, coated him in barrier cream and then decided that for the time being he would be better off back in nappies until he found his feet again. He was so tired from the previous week that he was ready for a nap and Julie put him back to bed in a new pair of Wincyette pyjamas that she had bought for his return. Doug felt so warm and softly pampered that he fell into a deep and contented sleep. The curtains were drawn but the blinds were left up, so that the room was dim but not in blackness.
The twins were not as innocent as they appeared and had been on eBay and bought two very large pink dummies that were adult sized and perfect replicas designed for adult babies. As Doug was sleeping the two of them crept into his room and desperately trying not to giggle played the teat of the dummy across his lips. In his deep sleep he allowed the dummy into his mouth and within seconds was suc-king happily. The twins left quickly, bursting into fits of laughter as they rushed down the landing. They almost collided with the new nurse in their flight and this just increased the strength of their mirth. Julie looked puzzled and shrugged off the event.
It was hours later when Doug woke up, but he was not alone because both Julie and Kate were stood at his bedside. In his mouth was the pink dummy donated secretly by the twins. He opened his eyes, saw the two women and frantically renewed his suc-king. “Where did you get that dummy from?” asked Julie.
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Chapter 9
“What dummy?” asked Doug unaware of what he was doing because he was still in a stupor.
“The one you are nursing Doug” said Kate with a trace of a sneer. Doug came awake with a jolt and realised what he had in his mouth. He looked as surprised as the two women stood next to him.
“Where did that come from?” he asked
“I think we can guess Doug. Twins, come here right now.” shouted Kate. Doug took the dummy out of his mouth and looked at it as if it had come from outer space. There was a part of him that would like to keep it and that made him feel insecure. The twins entered the room. “Do you know anything about this?” she asked. The twins looked awkward. Gina put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a similar pink dummy.
Doug compared what was in her hand to the one he now held in his. He lost his temper and started swearing at the twins in words that are not worthy to be repeated here. He then switched his attack to Kate and tore in to her calling her names and swearing with language fit for the gutter. It was nurse Julie who took the dummy from Gina’s hand and stuffed it into Doug’s ranting mouth.
“Enough” she ordered “I’ll not have foul mouthed talk like this in front of my charges. That dummy stays in until I think you have stopped behaving like a baby and taken on a more responsible and grown up attitude.” Doug went to take it out and before he could complete the task Nanny had inserted a wide pink ribbon through the handle and tied the soother firmly into his mouth so ending any future dialogue.
The family were dismissed and Julie pulled back the blankets to reveal Doug in his soft jammies. She pulled down the bottoms to reveal a very wet nappy showing though the plastic pants. He had slept so soundly that he had wet himself thoroughly. Julie showed no emotion, but calmly told him to lift up and cooperate as she took off his pyjama bottoms, pull down the pants, undo the pins that fastened his nappy and put the wet things in his nappy bucket. He suc-ked morosely on his do do, not knowing how he had arrived back at the position he had been in over a week ago.
Julie was not judgemental, she was not antagonistic, she was a professional nanny doing what she had been trained to do - look after babies and young children. so it was with care and skill she replaced Doug’s protection with a clean nappy and fresh plastic pants. She turned him over and made sure that there were no stray areas of nappy that were not enclosed by the protective nappy cover. She gave his bottom a couple of playful pats and told him to lie on his back so that she could put back his dry pyjama bottoms.
“You cannot stay in bed all day, so we should get you up so that you can go down for something to eat. You have missed lunch, so I will make you some nice soup. I’ve looked everywhere for your dressing gown but it appears that you don’t have one, so I am going to loan you my bed jacket, it’s really warm, soft and toasty, so I hope you will enjoy it.” she told him. He cooperated as she fed his arms into her soft jacket, it smelt of her perfume and Doug felt himself becoming aroused in his soft new nappy. He was helped to swing his legs round so that he could get out of his bed. Julie told him to put his arm round her so she could support him while he found his balance.
They went down to the kitchen and Julie heated up the soup she had made for him. However, before she served up the soup she tied the white terry bib round his neck. “I don’t want you getting my new bed jacket messy” she said kindly. Doug picked up the spoon. Julie laughed and untied his dummy “Better to take this out first?” she laughed gently pulling out his dummy leaving a stream of drool to fall onto his bib. Doug looked embarrassed. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not yourself right now and you have been really sick recently.” He clumsily tried to manoeuvre his spoon into the soup but it slipped his grasp and splashed into the bowl. He immediately glanced down horrified that he might have spoiled his nurse’s lovely bed jacket. it was with a huge sense of relief that he say his brand new bib was now stained with minestrone soup. He started to tear up, when was his misery going to end? Here he was sitting in a baby’s nappy and plastic pants encased in a very childish pair of pyjamas and wearing what looked to all and purposes like a baby’s matinee jacket and to top it all he was now wearing a dirty bib and on the table was his pink dummy. His lips started to tremble and he broke into tears.
Julie picked up the spoon, filled the bowl and offered it to his mouth. Doug took a taste and decided it was the nicest thing he had ever eaten. The delicious soup quieted his crying and he immediately warmed to his new carer who regarded him kindly. In no time the soup was finished. “Right, you go and sit in the lounge by the fire and cover yourself with the blanket I have put on the cushion for you. I will bring you a drink shortly.”
Doug waddled into the lounge unsteadily because his legs were still weak from his lack of exercise having been laid up in a hospital bed for so long. In his infantile pyjamas padded out with a thick nappy and his babyish matinee jacket he looked just like a baby learning to take his first steps. The dirty bib did nothing to improve his image, nor did the pink dummy hanging around his neck. The twins took one look at him and burst into laughter. Kate who was bouncing Charlotte on her knee could not help but join in the merriment at his appearance.
Kate spoke out to the girls barely managing to control her own emotions “Now girls, behave yourselves, you know Doug has been very ill.” The sudden appearance of Julie carrying a baby’s bottle of juice did nothing to improve the situation and it immediately sparked off fresh laughing as the nurse sat beside Doug and started to feed him his bottle. When Doug caught a bubble and started spluttering they were laughing almost hysterically.
“Really?” asked Julie “is this what you consider to be funny. First you nearly poison the poor boy, damage him so badly that he ends up in hospital and nearly dies; and now you find it funny that he has the strength of an infant. Well shame on you all. What do you think his father will make of all these goings on? Do you think that he is going to find it easy to forgive you for humiliating his only son whom he has not seen for nearly six months. He would be horrified if he knew what was going on here.”
The room went deathly quiet.
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Chapter 10
Doug woke up the next morning looking forward to being cared for by nurse Julie. He had enjoyed being babied by her, but now he was eager to show her that he could behave in a more adult way. He was feeling stronger, he was once again feeling more like his own self and more important he could feel that his nappy was still as dry and fluffy as when he been put in it the night before. He had not wet the bed for the first time in two weeks and that made him feel good too. He was still wearing Julie’s bed jacket and that smelled of her and made him feel aroused in his soft nappy. He rubbed himself and was surprised at just how aroused and erect he was becoming. He was about to get reckless and work himself up to a frenzy burying his head in her woollen softness when he heard a noise at his door. He immediately stopped and in his shame his erection disappeared in an instant.
His stepmother came in, she looked fierce, angry and at her meanest. “You’re a little shit” she spat at him in her anger “I’ve sent that meddling nurse, that interfering nanny on her way. She was writing to your father and telling him all sorts of lies, so she has had to go.”
“Go where?” asked Doug naively
“Mind your own bloody business” she retorted, “it has nothing to do with you. Things are definitely going to change around here. You think your father thinks that the sun shines out of your a*se? Well we will soon see about that.”
Doug felt a chill descend in the room, things had definitely turned rather weird. He never heard Julie go and he certainly never heard any arguing. Would she have left without telling him? Having said that, his last nanny left without a word. It was very upsetting.
He thought he would announce his good news. “Mum, I’m dry. I haven’t wet my bed tonight and my nappy is still dry.” he told her with pride. The news left her unmoved.
“I’ve made a decision Dougie” she said “I am going to let you stay in nappies, in fact I am going to encourage you to wet and soil yourself so that you will become totally dependent on wearing nappies. In a week or so you are going to be Charlotte’s baby sister, a drooling, dummy suc-king infant that doesn’t know whether she is in a wet or soiled nappy, constantly dribbling onto her ever present bib as she crawls around the house gurgling and spouting drivel.”
“You can’t” implored Doug “why would you?”
“Because I can, and I will, trust me.” she said venomously. She left the room only to appear before a dazed Doug had time to process all the new information. She appeared to be jingling, in her hands a pink confusion of straps and buckles. In a trice she had Doug firmly fixed up in a baby harness that had Baby written on the breast plate and a line of bells surrounding the letters. A strap went off from each side and somehow affixed to fastenings within his bed frame. She left the room again but this time returned with a set of bars that slotted into the side of the bed and connected with a solid resounding click. This was repeated until Doug sat in the middle of a large cot surrounded by bars. He was too surprised to say anything. “Dummy in” she ordered passing him his do-do.
Doug took the dummy in his mouth and started suc-king, he tried to rise to his knees, but he was too securely fastened to do anything but tinkle the bells. He could only sit or lie down. “Yes, you will slowly lose the use of your legs because your muscles will weaken from lack of use” explained his evil stepmother.
“I need to go to the toilet” he said with a sense of increasing urgency
“What are you wearing?”
“A nappy”
“and who wears nappies?”
“Babies wear nappies”
“Looking at you. I would say that you are a baby, wouldn’t you? And what do babies do in their nappies?”
“Babies wet in their nappies”
“and what else???“babies go pooh in them as well” he said with despair
“There, that wasn’t difficult was it? You know where to go to do your potty now don’t you? Well? Tell me.”
“I have to go in my nappy Mummy”
“That is exactly right my baby boy” she said in a sickly tone “you wet and pooh in your nappy”
Doug looked crushed. He felt the need to pee growing stronger and stronger, there no was point in asking where he was expected to go. It had been explained to him very clearly and now he found himself heavily restrained in a cot secured by a baby harness that was not going to allow him to go anywhere.
Kate disappeared and Doug was left with his thoughts. He decided to lie down and explore his harness to see if there was any chance he could escape. The buckle was right in the centre of his back and there was no way he could reach it. The lateral straps were fitted under his bed and out of his reach. The clips on his side were secured using tiny padlocks, that he could feel had four tumblers. He knew that if you pulled against the lock and felt each of the rings of numbers, one of the rings would feel tighter to move than the rest. This was the one to rotate and under tension would prefer to rest in the open setting position than any other. He would then move on to the other three rings using the same technique. He suddenly stopped what he was doing. Somebody was coming. The tension made him wet himself and he knew it was pointless to try and stop it. The new nappies Julie had bought were a very high gsm and immensely absorbent and efficient. This nappy could take a number of heavy wettings.
His stepmother was holding a baby bottle full of milk. Doug looked terrified. “I don’t want it” he cried “it made me very sick last time.”
She forced him back, pulled out his dummy and forced in the nipple, to his relief it was regular cold milk. It had a slightly strange taste but he was too thirsty to care. He gulped down the bottle and in a few minutes was back in a deep sleep carefully drugged to be compliant. Kate noticed that the numbers she had set to 9999 had been moved on one of the locks. She left the room and later returned with two specially made mittens, that, though soft and woolly on the outside, had leather finger restraints inside. His hands would be helpless.
Doug lost all track of time, his room was blacked out all the time. He was fed bottles of milk and various juices but very little solid sustenance. He awoke when he was being changed and being fed, otherwise he was almost comatose. He was turned every few hours and his harness relaxed so that he had room to turn over. He now wore a onesie that kept his nappies in place while it kept him warm and snug in his cot. Slowly he realised that he was becoming weaker and weaker and could barely sit up on his own now. He had no idea how long he had been kept in this way. The twins never visited, he heard nobody and only glimpsed his stepmother as she fed him or changed him.
One night he heard a wailing noise followed by a slamming door, shortly after he had been fed. Minutes later he had fallen into a drugged sleep. He woke up the next morning with earbuds in his ears and a woollen bonnet tied under his chin that kept the earphones firmly in place. He didn’t dislike the endless nursery rhymes that played to him, it was a type of company and was far better than stark silence. Kate never spoke to him whilst she looked after him.
The deeper he listened to the sounds in his ears, the more he could perceive a distant voice that sounded reassuring and kind. He didn’t think he could understand what was being said but it made him feel content and he felt at ease. He no longer worried about being in a wet or dirty nappy because that was a good thing and he was somehow special. The only thing that made him anxious was when he lost his beloved do-do and that could lead to tears. Now this was now fixed with dummies of all different colours weakly secured with Velcro all around the cot bars, that he could easily pluck like a fruit from the tree despite his hands being virtually useless with his mittens.
There was always a bottle of fresh juice in his cot, so he never felt thirsty. Lately, he had started to find a small sandwich with the crusts removed left by his pillow. He could with great difficulty feed himself these exciting treats. He was so lonely that he had started to talk to himself in his cot. He was a bit confused when he said “Baba got bockie mookie” and he wasn’t even sure if that was right. “Baba go pooh pooh naffy, Baba do wee wee naffy”. The permanent presence of the dummy in his mouth made speech almost unintelligible.
One day, he was thrilled to notice that his mittens no longer had the tough leather inserts and he could feed himself more easily. He also noticed that he had more room to the reins that connected to his harness. He could with great difficulty and after lots of clumsy falls get to his knees. He was so weak that he could never stand, but he could now look over the bars of his cot, even if the darkness prohibited much vision.
These days he was wetting himself almost continuously and was helpless to stop his pooh from forcing its way out into his nappy. The one thing he had noticed almost joyfully, was that his act of soiling himself came with a joyful erection in the front of his nappy that was increasingly demanding relief. One day as he was doing a particularly difficult pooh, because he was quite constipated, there was a huge stimulation to his tiny sissy stick that required his full attention. He played around trying to force the lump out and then let it slip back in. This was making him particularly agitated and in the end he was rubbing and humping his nappy in total frenzy as the giant pooh forced out the back of his towelling prison. The little voice in the back of his head told him he was a good girl and this was the moment she had been waiting for. “Baba do pooh pooh in naffy” he spluttered past his dummy, gyrating and mashing his waste as he exploded with a massive orgasm.
“Aren’t you a good baby girl for Mummy?” asked Kate who had watched with delight the depths of infantile depravity that Doug had achieved over the many months of training. “You did a good pooh pooh for Mummy didn’t you sweetheart?”
Doug hadn’t heard a human voice for such a long time that he started crying “Naffy, Baba go naffy, Baba good baby” he babbled.
“Aren’t you the little chatterbox” said Kate thrilled at his performance.
“Goo goo, ba ba, Mama!” he chortled happily through his dummy. His bonnet was askew, his little mittens were twisted and his nappy had clearly leaked after all his activities and his onesie was in quite a smelly wet state, but Kate could not have been happier.
“What a good Baba” she said rubbing the side of Doug’s cheek and drying a rivulet of drool that had escaped his mouth during his activity.
She lowered the bars to his cot and reached in to remove all his clothes until he was lying naked on his changing mat. She took the bowl of hot water and gave him a good wash making him clean and fresh. Zinc and castor oil was applied in quantity, followed by plenty of baby powder. Baby gurgled in delight. There was not a trace of nappy rash, his skin was pink and healthy with not a sign of hair which had been carefully removed. In no time he was in a fresh soft gleaming white bunny soft nappy complete with a much needed nappy liner and protective plastic pants. She knew she would have to act quickly to prevent this latest pair of plastic pants she had removed from staining but in the most part his protection was spotless. The soiled nappy she would deal with immediately.
Doug or Debra, as Kate thought of him now, was fed his breakfast in his cot as usual, but on this occasion she had allowed a small amount of light into the room by raising the blinds slightly. It took him a while for his eyes to adjust. The novelty of being able to see after such a long period was rewarded by the discovery of a rattle in his cot which he pounced on and started to shake with happiness. He bounced up and down on his padded behind relishing his new reward. Kate was delighted. She left on his baby bib because she was dribbling, maybe she was teething she laughed to herself. She picked up the syringe in the kidney dish and injected him in the arm, his wail was quickly ended as the psychotropic drug began its journey through his blood stream. He sat upright, his eyes wide open, his dummy silent in his mouth, his brain open on all channels.
Kate began her hypnotic procedure, Debra had already mastered the relaxation techniques and descended quickly to the the deep level required for what would be termed brain washing. “Today we are going to let Debra out. She is a lovely baby girl who is six months old, and six month old baby girls can’t talk can they? They make up words and babble a lot don’t they? You know how to do that don’t you, because you have been learning baby talk. You love the feeling of your wet nappy don’t you, but best of all you like to feel a big pooh in the back of your nappy because it makes you want to go squirties in your baby nappy doesn’t it? You like squirties because you know it makes your Mummy so very happy, doesn’t it? It hurts to think of when you were a big boy, so you suc-k your do-do and that makes all you nasty thoughts go away, doesn’t it? Your ba ba or bockie is your favourite thing because when you suc-k your baby bottle you are safe and Mummy’s little baby girl. Don’t you love your little pink harness? It keeps you safe and stops you falling out of your cot. Isn’t it a pretty pink and you just love the little jingle bells don’t you? You love the feeling of it keeping you safe and secure.”
“Best of all, I know you love your fluffy nappies don’t you. You can’t wait to have on a clean soft nappy so that you can start to wee and not worry about going on the horrid frightening potty. You love not having to worry if you need to do a pooh, because you can go any time and anywhere you want. It’s lovely knowing that your nappy will look after you and contain your wee wee or pooh. Actually, you love the feeling of a wet nappy and the weight of a big smelly pooh in the back of your pants is really exciting isn’t it? Sometimes it is so exciting that you have to make a number three in your nappies, but Mummy doesn’t mind darling. You are Debra and you will never know who Doug was, you are Debra.”
Debra/Doug stared into space gently suc-king her dummy as the information she heard was assimilated and ingrained into her deepest recesses. She smiled, sometimes she gurgled, sometimes she touched the front of hot nappy and bounced about a bit, but it all radiated back as bliss and shear happiness.
“Come back now Debra and blow your Mummy a big kiss.”
Debra came out of her trance and slurped kiss kiss kisses against the face plate of her dummy in the direction of Kate. “Debwa good baba’ she chortled as she released into her nappy “bad poffy, good naffy”she tried to articulate using her limited vocabulary. Kate revelled in her success at the infantile behaviour of her teenage stepson.
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Chapter 11
Kate opened the door that led down into the house basement. it was an area that she had built a few years previously and was her private clinic that up until now she hd never used. In one of the six rooms was her special patient who had now been with her for the last six months.
A woman was sitting in a hospital bed wearing a large baby harness over the top of her woollen bed jacket. On the tables either side of her bed were chocolates and cakes, which she was consuming with relish. She was wearing a large bib to protect her top; and the large amount of chocolate on it, showed it was being used to serve its purpose. She had one of her breasts connected to a breast pump and it peaked out from underneath her bib. A sippy cup half full of a sweetened cordial lay on her bed next to her.
She was a very pretty girl, her hair was long and silky, a pretty chestnut brown, but sadly a large section seemed to have been removed in the front, with the new hair just beginning to hide the obvious scar she had in her scalp. Although apparently a girl in her late twenties or early thirties there was something not quite right about her. The big dummy on her bed side table, the book of fairy tales told in large print and many pictures seemed more appropriate to a child ready for kindergarten or pre-school.
The most bizarre sight was the massive set of nappies she was wearing and on the foot of her bed was a huge stack of freshly laundered nappies and a pile of plastic incontinence pants. In the corner of the room were two buckets, one for soiled nappies and the other for wet ones.
She looked up as her new auntie walked into the room.
“Hello Julie”
“Hewwo Aunty” said the girl in a small voice “I got cake”
“So, I see” observed Kate “are you a happy little girl today?”
“Yeth” Julie replied having picked up her dummy and put it in her mouth “I been making milkiess for the baby.”
“You are a very good girl, well done” congratulated Kate smiling “You are such a big girl for aunty, how old are you now?”
“Five” replied the girl
“Have you been practicing the exercises that aunty taught you to do in your nappies?”
“Yeth, but I keep having akkidents” she said “my pooh won’t stay in and my wee wee won’t stop. I’m twying weally hard to be a big girl.”
“Never mind little one, you look so cute in your nappies that I could eat you all up.”
She walked over to the bed and examined the scar on Julie’s head “That is looking just fine. Are you having any pain?”
“No aunty”
“Do you have any nasty thoughts? what do you think about? Tell me the nice things and then tell me about the nasty things?” she probed
“I like thinking about the nice sweeties and cakes I got today, I like the new dolly I got yesterday but I can’t remember when I got my pretty new bib. I don’t like Mrs Walters, she got cross with me when I played inside my nappies yesterday.”
“Can you remember anything about last week, when aunty had a look up you bottom while you had a sleepy byes?”
“No” replied Julie
“Can you remember when your little boobies started to make milkies for the baby?”
“No, but it makes me feel funny in my girlie hole, when I take the milk out with the suc-ky thing.”
“That is all wonderful darling. I think you are just as perfect as perfect to be, you are a wonderful success and we are all going to live happily ever after” she enthused. “Now, as a special surprise I have organised for you to have lots of new pretty dresses and I have also organised things, so that you can go in your new playroom, eat in the kitchen and meet the rest of my team.”
Kate made notes in her notebook that Julie was doing well, but had very little in the way of long term memory. Her old memories seemed to have been completely lost or repressed and her daily memories were short lived, maybe at the same level as a two or three year old, but these things varied so much from child to child. She lived very much for the moment. Although her surgical regression (not quite a lobotomy but close) had been a huge success, it seemed that she was continuing to regress slowly as time progressed. Maybe the residual scar tissue was affecting the synapses and preventing new junctions from forming. She calculated that her mental age was between three and four.
Note: I have hit the buffers, so please accept my apologies for a delay to the next part
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You have amazing talent with this fiction, i mean wow. Kate is truly diabolical and its really upping the horror feel, so for that thank you. What she's done to Doug and Julie is horrific and i hoe it gets worse with the other basement rooms and what those creepy twins do. Even if Doug and Julie have been tamed i hope there is apart of there minds that are still them but are prisoners of the hypo. Where they can see but cant physically do anything. Anyway good luck with the story i wish Kate did this to me.
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This story sure took a twist, but my god, it’s been one heck of a ride as well.
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Chapter 12
She had reverted back to being a bedwetter remarkably quickly in a matter of a few weeks, the loss of bowel control had been slow; until Kate performed some simple rectal reconstruction under local anaesthetic snipping a muscle here and a muscle there with a little cut in the places where nerves were located. After a few days, she had the same control as a very young baby hopelessly soiling and wetting her nappies night and day. Her first dirty night time nappy was within a week of the operation, proving that she had the control of a 4 month old baby. Julie had been mortified.
Julie had been a nanny for too long not to know where her regression had taken her. How could she have slipped back so quickly on her continence? The restraints that held her were very secure and the facility seemed to be run by three staff who lived in. There was a housekeeper who looked after the cooking and washing, but she was unaware of her name. There was Mrs. Warren who seemed to be an orderly/carer/nurse who attended to her hygiene needs and was responsible for her incarceration. There was also a medical professional, a woman she had never seen but had heard talking to Kate outside her room door. It was this woman who said they should “do it” and they should “do it before she became difficult”.
After that her memories were very hazy, she remembered falling asleep and after that she woke up. Her head throbbed, she felt a little bit sore and she had a huge bandage wrapping her head. A tube came out of the top of her scalp. She had no idea where she was, she could hardly remember her name, she found thinking very difficult, nothing seemed to stick, she could not remember very much at all, even recent events seemed to fade very quickly.
There was a period of recuperation, the bandages were removed and she was changed in to clean nappies up to eight times a day. Something inside her said that it was strange to be wearing such infantile protection, but she could not remember ever not being nappy dependent. She could not recall ever suc-king a dummy, but now it seemed that this was part of her life and she was really upset when she could not find it and put it in her mouth.
A lady called Kate seemed familiar and it all came back when she told her she was her aunty and that she had a younger baby sister called Charlotte and twin sisters called Gina and Hannah. That made sense she thought, now it was coming back to her. Aunty told her she was five years old and had fallen over hitting her head rather badly and that had messed with her memory.
All this happened six months ago and she had been so poorly that she had been asleep most of that time, waking up for drinks, a little food and nappy changes. What she didn’t know was during that period she had been systematically brain washed with intense sessions of hypnotherapy, subliminal messaging and rewards to reinforce new behaviour.
The next morning Kate came into Julie’s room and was pleased to see her playing with her dollies and suc-king on her dummy humming ‘Ba Ba Black Sheep’ as she bounced her toy up and down in one hand and doing the same with another figure in the other. The smell of a soiled nappy was very noticeable. “Did Julie do a pooh pooh?”
“No, I’m big girl.” she said not really concentrating on anything apart from her dollies.
“I think you did whoopsie in your nappy while you were asleep baby” she said kindly
“No, no poohs in my nappy” she said starting to look distressed.
“It’s alright sweetheart, you can go wee wee and pooh pooh in your nappy. That’s why babies wear a nappy.”
Mrs Warren entered the room carrying a bowl of hot water, a flannel and towel in readiness for dealing with Julie’s soiled nappy. She lifted back her nightie and looked at the very wet soiled nappy contained within her transparent plastic pants. Julie started to look worried.
“What a good girl you are to go in your nappy” she said smiling “you didn’t know you made a stinky nappy because you were asleep when it happened darling.” Julie looked slightly happier and suc-ked on her soother for comfort. “Aunty doesn’t mind that you are little bit too old to still be in nappies, but you are so cute, I could eat you all up.” Kate watched as Mrs Warren tackled the filthy nappy with professional efficiency. She cleaned up the mess, washed her, protected her with zinc and castor oil cream and finished with a generous dusting of baby powder. The nappies she applied were a size appropriate for an adult, soft, thick and very fluffy, but with a baby’s sized nappy folded and used as a soaker. The plastic pants were transparent and enabled easy checks to see if she was wet or dirty.
“We are going to let you get out of bed today Julie” said Kate “we have a special walker to help you get the strength back in your legs”. The two women disconnected her harness from the bed frame and swung her legs round so they hung over the side of the bed. They positioned the walker which had a comfy canvas seat with two leg holes for her to slot in. She easily slid off the bed and plopped comfortably into the seat. They affixed her harness and made sure she was safe and secure.
“This for baby” she moaned with tears running down her cheek.
“It’s only until you can walk again sweetie”, explained Kate giving her hug, “you haven’t been on your feet for a very long time, so you are very weak. Just like a little baby. We need to start you off walking just like we would with a little baby, darling.”
In no time at all Julie was behind the idea and was slowly getting the idea of using her feet to propel the walker. She had no memory of anything other than her bedroom, so she was very excited to be allowed out the door. Her nappy warmed with the excitement of it all as she wet herself unknowingly - every much the way an infant would use such a walker.
Note: Definitely taking a break now until I can work out the rest of the story. As always, your ideas might weave their way into the plot, if it ignites a spark, then I ill happily fan the flame!
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Enjoy your break and the story is going so well so well done!
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Antonia, what a story! looking forward to the continuation. Could it be that Doug will some day will be suc-kling at the breast of his big sister Julie?
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Great work as always Antonia, I've always had a dream of being put into a baby bouncer with a very full nappy steadily squeezing its way around the crevices .... and not forgetting the rocking horse with minor alterations - no foot rests and a generously sized dil-do mounted on the saddle.
Keep it up, here's to inspiration ;-)
Ace
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Chapter 12
Another few months had passed and Julie was toddling from room to room in the suite of rooms in the basement. Julie had become Debra’s wet nurse and fed her every few hours, supplementing her diet with hourly bottles to make sure that her nappies were almost constantly being wet. If left unchecked, Debra would happily crawl around in a wet or dirty nappy oblivious to her condition. A cache of her large dummies was distributed around the underground accommodation as everybody was well aware of the consequences of an unfilled mouth. During the wet weeks when outside drying was impossible, then nappies would be tumble dried, often left in piles on chairs and whatever table top or surface was available. Onesies, bibs, and rompers added further clutter to the restricted space below stairs. The situation was not improved by the washing created by Julie who generated her own wealth of washing.
Kate was becoming frustrated by the constant bustle and commotion caused by the two overgrown children she had created. The lack of windows and the soiled nappies was placing a strain on the ventilation system and her staff were starting to complain about the constant stench of the nappies. Furthermore, having two mobile uncooperative charges was placing a strain on the day to day business. The decision was taken to take Debra down to a lower level where she would ‘take up less space’.
Although the use of electric shock treatment was barbaric, Kate felt that she had no alternatives at this stage with her staff beginning to talk of finding new positions. So it was that Debra was shocked again and again until what was left of her reason was fried. All that was left was a babbling, blubbering incoherent baby. Muscle weakening drugs ensured that the newly created baby was now bed-ridden. Julie would sit with her in the cot and feed the new three month old baby who would wriggle and flap around totally uncoordinated and unaware of her surroundings. A simple rattle and an assembly of twinkling toys were the very most she could cope with. Her world had become oral and centred round her dummy, her bottle teat or the nipple of her wet nurse who doted on her.
The twins were thrilled to see their stepbrother after so many months, but amazed at the sight of this teenager reduced to an overgrown baby wearing a sweet simple smocked dress, protected by a large bib. Her thick nappies were easily visible from beneath the hem of her baby frock clearly visible through the transparent plastic of her baby pants. There was no need for frills and embellishments in such a young baby, who slept, ate, soiled and wet her nappies almost constantly and required changing almost hourly. After a few days, the twins realised that there was no point trying to tease the baby because she had no understanding of such a thing. They soon came to understand that a new baby meant work and lots of it. Washing, feeding and changing became their new lives.
They had seen their sister Charlotte manage to graduate from nappies, then into training pants and finally into pretty little knickers, only to be replaced with Debra back in nappies full time and a lot of them at that!
Debra now lived in her cot in her old bedroom, freeing up space and making life below stairs so much easier on the staff. Julie stayed downstairs coming up to feed the baby. All was well.
One day there was a ring on the door, the twins were ecstatic, there were screams and shouts, who could it be?
Kate went downstairs to see what the commotion was about, having just put Debra into a clean nappy with a muslin liner as she was showing a few signs of developing a rash. She was wearing her protective thick terry towelling apron with the plastic backing. The front had a set of nappy pins attached to the front ready for use. In one hand she carried a little crate of empty baby bottles ready for cleaning and in the other she had a half a dozen dirty bibs.
“It’s Daddy” said Gina and Hannah in unison as Charlotte bounced up and down with excitement.
{Concluded}
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Really well-done with this story, i love the dark stuff and i hope you write more evil mother and adult baby son fiction. Thanks for a lot you, you never disappoint!
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Thank you for your kind comments. This story ran its course but I have a new idea brewing which I hope to start shortly.
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Keep the brew hot please
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Mind if I ask? What was the story on deviant which inspired this story?
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Back To Training Pants
by
Mellow-Sadistic
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“That was so embarrassing!” Terry whined as she stepped inside her house, the woman who’d been appointed as her ‘Nanny’ following close behind. “Why did you have to make me sit in a stupid car seat? And why do you drive me to and from work in the first place? I can drive perfectly fine by myself!”
“I know you can, sweetie,” Nanny said patiently, “but it’s important that you get used to being dependent. Your regression sentence might be a light one, but the court appointed me as your Nanny for the next three years, and it’s my job to take care of you.” She slipped off Terry's dress and let it pool at the young woman’s feet, exposing her full chest and bra, and the thick cotton training pants between her legs. “So apart from the journey home, how was your first day back at work?” she asked kindly, noting with satisfaction that the front of Terry's pull-ups were slightly discoloured.
“It was awful!” Terry scowled. “They all made fun of me, and everyone kept asking to see my… to see my… my undies.”
“Poor baby,” Nanny cooed sympathetically. “But you can hardly blame them, can you? It is pretty silly, after all. A grown woman who’s still in potty training!” She let out a giggle.
“I’m not still in potty training!” Terry said angrily. But then she felt a sudden, hard spank to her rear, and she shut her mouth quickly.
Nanny didn’t come across as particularly strict, but even though Terry had only been in her custody for a couple of hours total, excluding the time she’d been at work, she’d learned that the woman was quick with a smack, and she had a firm hand. She wasn’t looking forward to her first trip over Nanny’s lap; so far Nanny had restricted herself to swatting her bottom while she stood, but Terrycould tell she was itching to administer a proper, over-the-knee spanking.
“Oh yes you are, little missy,” she said sternly. “You may not be in nappies, but you are most certainly not toilet trained. Not anymore. Your regression sentence made it quite plain that you will be spending the next three years in a state of perpetual potty training, living the partial lifestyle of a toddler. So let’s try that again. Are you potty trained yet, Tori?”
Blushing to the roots of her hair, Terry mumbled, “Not yet, Nanny.”
“Do you wear panties?”
“No, Nanny.”
“What do you wear, Terry ?”
“I wear… I wear pull-ups, Nanny.”
“That’s right. And can you use the grown-up toilet?”
“Only… only while I’m at work, Nanny.”
“And while you’re at home?”
“At home I have to… I have to use my potty.” Terry felt like she was about to cry.
“But you don’t always make it in time, do you Terry?” Nanny asked sweetly, and Terry gritted her teeth. That was the rule she hated most. It was so ridiculous! Every time she used the toilet, she had to pee in her training pants for a few seconds first. It was disgusting. Terrycouldn’t stand the horrible sensation of wetting her pants, feeling her pee soak into her pull-ups and press against her skin. She’d felt totally absurd standing in front of the toilet at work and wetting herself deliberately, and Nanny’s assurances that she’d eventually start having accidents for real did nothing to make her feel better. It was like some horrible dream! All because she’d been caught inventing a few things for her newspaper column!
“No, Nanny, ” she said stiffly.
“No,” Nanny agreed, and then she started sniffing the air theatrically. “Uh-oh!” she sang happily. “I think Nanny smells wee-wee! Did little Terry have an accident today?”
Terrysquirmed on the spot and looked down at the floor, wishing it would swallow her up. Nanny reached out and slipped a finger into the front waistband of her training pants, pulling it out and peaking down at the yellowish padding inside. “Oopsie!” she trilled. “Silly girl, Terry You’re supposed to do your pee-pees in the potty, not your pants!” She let the waistband snap back, smiling broadly. Then she frowned a little, leaned close, and sniffed again. “Terry,” she said warningly, “I’ll let you off this time because I didn’t say it explicitly, but from now on perfume is a no-no. If you want something to cover up that icky wee-wee smell, then I’ll start putting baby powder on your tushy in the mornings, okay?”
Terry groaned. The smell of urine had followed her around all day. It would only be more obvious if she wasn’t allowed to wear perfume! But would smelling like baby powder really be any better?
“Yes, Nanny,” she pouted.
“Good girl. Now, let’s finish getting you undressed!”
Terry was pleased that she’d at least be allowed out of her yucky pull-ups, but instead of reaching for her training pants again, Nanny stepped behind her back and started to unclasp her bra.
“W-what are you doing?!” Terryasked, taken aback.
“Little girls don’t need bras, honey,” said Nanny. “You can have it back when I dress you for work tomorrow. You don’t need anything but your training pants when you’re playing around the house, okay?”
A flush rose to Terry's cheeks as her bra was pulled away, freeing her large breasts.
“Oh my goodness,” Nanny tittered. “You do have big boobies, don’t you baby? Look at the size of those knockers!”
Terryturned scarlet and lifted her hands to cover her chest, but Nanny smacked them away. “Uh-uh, sweetie. No covering up. You don’t have modesty anymore. If you’ve got big boobies, you’ll just have to let them jiggle about.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Now come along, Miss Melons,” she said with another giggle, taking Terry by the hand and leading her further into the house, “It’s potty time!”
Terryfelt disoriented by Nanny’s abrupt switch from treating her like a toddler to teasing her about her womanly chest, and she felt suddenly self-conscious about the way her breasts wobbled stupidly on her chest as she toddled along at Nanny’s side. But she was pulled out of her thoughts a moment later when she saw what was sitting on a little disposable mat in the middle of the living room. She’d known it was coming, of course, but it was quite another thing to actually see the large, pink, plastic potty chair sat in front of her, waiting.
“You know what to do,” said Nanny, patting her bottom gently, a smirk playing about her lips. “You must need to pee by now. I’d bet you were trying to pee as little as possible at work, so people wouldn’t notice the yucky smell.”
Terry shifted from foot to foot. Nanny was right. She had been holding it in for the last few hours of work. In hindsight, she wished she’d taken the opportunity to use the toilet there with some privacy, even if it meant risking snarky comments and taunts from her coworkers about her pissy pants.
“Go on, Terry,” said Nanny. “Do what you need to do. Then make sure you ask properly, like I explained this morning. Unless you’d like to skip potty time today and go straight into your night-time nappy?”
Terry whined inarticulately and shook her head. A few moments of silence passed, and then, with an effort, she started to pee. One second, two seconds, three, four, five. Then she clamped down hard on the stream of wee-wee that had been flooding her toddler pants. “Nanny, I need my potty!” she blurted, blushing furiously and clutching between her legs. After starting, it was difficult to stop, and as humiliating as it was, using a potty would be better than using her pants like a baby. “Please will you help me do a wee-wee?”
“Oh course I will, darling,” Nanny cooed, and she led Terry over to the potty. In one swift movement, she slid her training pants down her legs and lowered her plump bare bottom onto the seat.
Terry desperately avoided eye contact with Nanny as she let her bladder go again, and a tinkling noise filled the room. But she couldn’t stop herself letting out a sigh of relief.
“Good girl!” Nanny crooned, her voice sickeningly sweet. “What a big girl you are, Terry Well done for mostly making it!” She probed the pull-ups pooled around the younger woman’s ankles with her fingers, grinning at how wet they were after a full day of accidents. “You can almost always make it to the potty for wee-wees, can’t you honey? And you hardly ever make poo-poos in your pants, do you? Barely more than once a week!”
“Once a week?!” Terry squealed, looking up sharply, but she gulped when she saw the stern look in Nanny’s eyes, and she dropped her gaze back to her feet.
“That’s right, sweetie,” said Nanny, with a sinister airiness. “Once a week, and occasionally twice, is what I expect. And if it’s any less, you’ll be in trouble.”
Terry cringed. Wetting herself was already disgusting, and the thought of having to poop her pants at least once a week was enough to turn her stomach. “Yes, Nanny,” she whimpered, as her stream of pee slowed to a stop, and she was left perching on her potty, waiting for instructions.
“Good girl,” Nanny said happily. “Now stand up and Nanny will wipe your princess parts all clean, and then it’s into your night-time nappy and off to bed! There will be plenty of time for playtime later. You’ve had a busy day! Just remember, girls who aren’t potty trained can’t control themselves at night, so if your nappy isn’t wet and icky when I wake you up tomorrow morning, you’ll be going straight over my knee!”
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Hi Antonia i truly hope you well and you come back with more of your magnificent stories. Things have been dead on the site and we need your guidance of how sissy's should be and behave.