Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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It has been a while but another attempt to entertain you.
Chapter One
Olivia was a successful business graduate who had made rapid progress in her father’s financial business and drove an expensive sports car that she had plenty of room to park in the five bedroom house that she had just purchased in Salisbury. Her piercing blue eyes, long flowing brown hair and perfect figure made her a much desired date with the opposite sex. This was a lady who was not for controlling but had her own rules and was not loose with her favours. Despite the gossip among the studs in the office, nobody had made it into her knickers or even come close to scoring that base.
Andy was her current suitor and had the normal passions and ambitions as every other hot blooded male. He had been going out with Olivia for three months and to date had made first base which was walking hand in hand as they promenaded. She was tall at over six feet tall, whereas he was diminutive in stature and barely cleared five feet. From a distance you might be forgiven for thinking that you were looking at a mother out with her child. His arm slightly raised in order to engage with her hand.
They really did get on extremely well, chatting and laughing, sharing a love for good food, fine wine and the ambience of a lovely restaurant. On a number of occasions, Andy had moved in for a kiss only for Olivia to pull back or turn away. “Do you really need to snog in the street?” She asked him “it’s a bit juvenile don’t you think?”
Andy just shrugged and put his arm around her, which was basically hugging her round the waste like a child, his head almost on her breast. She turned suddenly as they were crossing the road and he almost ended up with her tit in his mouth as he looked in the opposite direction for traffic. She chuckled and pulled him in tight, “naughty baby” she exclaimed. Andy responded with a mighty erection that almost stopped him from walking and a blush that was incandescent.
They arrived back at his car and he held open the door for her. He struggled to get in with his rising passion. He drove her home and walked her to the door, but he made no attempt to kiss her passionately and satisfied himself with a peck on the cheek. In his mind he had decided that this relationship was going nowhere.
“Would you like to stay the night?” She asked him “it’s very late and it’s Saturday tomorrow”. Andy was too surprised to answer immediately. Spend the night? He never saw that coming.
“I would love to stay” he said in a rather goofy voice that did nothing to support his maturity. They crossed the threshold, Olivia holding his hand to guide him into her lovely home. She took him into the lounge and sat him down on the sofa while she gathered a bottle of Montepulciano and two glasses. She poured them both a generous measure, giving one to Andy. “Cheers” he toasted her.
Olivia went to her bureau and removed a small box “here, try this it will help you relax” she said with a knowing wink. Andy accepted the proffered pill and washed it down with a large slug of his wine. In no time at all he felt himself swirling in a hazy dream state; he felt a warmth and need to be compliant. He hung on her every word, each word resonated like a crystal note that burned into his head. He floated upstairs being led like a toddler to his crib.
Words flowed over him as his clothes were taken off piece by piece. “You will lie with me. You will not make a mess in my bed. You will not put your seed in me. You will not do a wee wee in my bed. No poo poo in my bed. You are going to be protected from your eliminations”. She smiled at him as he had a huge smile on his face and gave her a look that was pure adoration. Olivia was giving him gentle instructions as she folded and pinned and crinkled with him. He felt secure and protected, a feeling he had not experienced since his earliest day. He felt himself being laid down in her bed. Olivia joined him wearing a simple but accessible night dress. He took her breast with her guidance and with gentleness he began to suc-kle. Olivia tingled In excitement and after a happy time moved Andy’s head lower down where he continued his administrations with oral stimulation. She came with a huge crescendo of orgasms that bounced from one to another until she was satiated.
Andy was away with the fairies, in a place where reality was mixed with his wildest thoughts. He snuggled up to Olivia who hugged him and gently patted his bottom as his mother had decades before. He moved to kiss her on the lips and received not her tongue but a rubber nipple that filled his mouth. It wasn’t her breast but the large shield rubbed comfortably across his face. Instincts previously dormant came rushing back to his new reality and the large dummy started to bob back and forth as he suc-ked it with relish. His last thought was something soft being placed around his neck as he drooled and dribbled. Then blackness.
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Mmmmmm!!! What a lucky boy Andy is. Taken in by Olivia and, it seems, turned into Her sissy Baby slave already. Look forward to next episodes. :)
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Chapter 2
As the sun peeked through the window early on Saturday morning, Andy awoke still suc-king on the soother that filled his mouth so comfortably, his head nestled against Olivia’s breast as she stroked his hair while reading a book in her other hand. He did nothing, barely opening his eyes as he tried to make sense of his situation. What was in his mouth? Surely not, it couldn’t be a baby’s dummy as it fit so perfectly in his mouth. He gently eased open an eye and squinted down his nose, there it was, the large pink ring that was so characteristic of a baby’s soother. His chin felt damp, if not bordering on wet, his hand was resting on something that felt like a plastic lined towel but wait! He could see a tie made out of pink gingham just in his limited field of vision. He was wearing a baby’s bib albeit a garment made for somebody his size. He had been suc-king a dummy all night like a toddler and been wearing a bib to keep him dry from his constant dribbling.
He drew in a deep breath and he could smell the wonder of Olivia but that was not all, he smelt baby, no he smelt baby powder, it was unforgettable, a scent that was familiar to every mother of a baby or small child still in nappies. His other hand was resting on vinyl sheeting, but as he moved ever so slightly he realised that it all moved as he moved - it couldn’t be - he was wearing plastic pants and it was quite obvious from the bulk within, that he had been put back in a thick terry nappy. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and trickled silently down his face joining the line of drool that came from his dummy. His nappy was soaked and he could feel it lying heavy on his shrivelled little pen-is.
Olivia, looked away from her book and noticed his distress. “Good morning baby boy. It is a lovely day and you were so good last night. You made me so happy and didn’t once think of your own pleasure, you spent the whole time making sure that I was being loved and cared for. I am sorry that I put you back in nappies, but I was worried that you might wet my bed, I also didn’t want you to squirt your spermies on me or in me. I am sure it was an unneeded precaution and we can take it off now and fold it up”. She moved her hand over his and immediately felt the warm wetness contained in his baby pants. “Baby! You have soaked your nappies you naughty thing. What are we going to do with you?”
Her hand searched for his little soldier hidden within the damp folds of the terry cloth. She rubbed the front of his plastic pants and Andy started to gyrate his hips trying to maximise the friction. It was over in less than a minute, as he suc-ked lustily on his binkie, grinding his little stick against the saturated terry cloth. “Good baby, that is two things you have done in your nappy, do you want to go for the hat trick and soil yourself as well”?
“I want to go home now” said Andy, but it sounded garbled with the pacifier in his mouth. He was hugely embarrassed by his situation.
“I don’t think so “ said Olivia kissing him on the front of his dummy. Andy went to move and realised that around his ankle was a soft lined leather cuff that was secured to an eye bolt set in the floor. “I am going to keep you sweetheart “.
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Love, love, love your work Antonia. Looking forward to another epic, great start. Oh how I wish I was Andy .... at the moment anyway ;-)
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Thank you for writing again Antonia. Very enjoyable start. i hope you continue. perhaps he is put into baby dresses as it makes diaper changes easier.
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Oh no! And he was just about to leave her!
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Chapter 3
Andy felt a chill run through his body and it triggered an involuntary spurt of urine to further soak his nappies. Olivia smiled at him like a doting mother. “That’s a good baby, you will soon get used to wetting your nappy without a second thought”.
He sat up and looked round her bedroom and was shocked to see that on the top of a chest of drawers was a huge stack of terry nappies, which he estimated to be over two dozen. They looked like regular nappies but clearly bigger, because another pile of smaller nappies were piled alongside. He was later to find out that the baby size diapers were for use as stuffers. One of the drawers was open and it was full of plastic pants in various colours, some with vivid nursery prints of rattles, teddies, unicorns and other juvenile subjects, then others that were pastel colours trimmed with lace, bows and other sissyish trimmings.
On the floor was a large white bucket with a close fitting lid. It proclaimed “Andy’s wet nappies” but worryingly there was a similar pink bucket next to it for soiled nappies. There were unopened packets scattered all over the floor, bibs, mittens, dummies, baby bottles. Piled up in one corner were what he assumed were disposable nappies with varying levels of absorption. This was clearly a plan that had not reached completion, since nothing had been properly sorted. A travel rail along one wall had a dozen or more hangers with what looked like body suits and sun dresses.
Olivia pulled back the bed clothes and looked lovingly at Andy as he suc-ked his dummy with his cute pink trimmed bib that declared ‘Mummy’s Baby’ and was looking decidedly soggy. Best of all was his puffy clear plastic pants that showed a wet, grey-yellow towelling nappy that clung to him tightly.
She applied a cuff to his other ankle and shuffled off his pants and nappy over first one foot and then the other, replacing the cuff after each action. Andy sat on her bed naked and confused. She told him to lift up as she slipped a new nappy under him and fastened it tightly with pink tipped safety pins. She completed his protection with a pair of snap popper plastic pants.
Andy continued to suc-k on his dummy, he could not work out why he was so attached to it. There was something inside of him that had snapped on that first night with some strange drug. Olivia had clearly gone mad, there was no way he was going to cooperate and no possible way that she could bend him to her will.
Olivia disappeared without a word and Andy felt anxious. He pulled the covers over himself and gave a small shiver. His bladder was beginning to fill again and he was anxious to get free so that he could use a proper toilet. He sat up and lent forward to examine the cuff, in addition to a buckle there was a secure padlock. He had no chance of releasing it and would have to wait for another opportunity.
Olivia was returning and he returned to a prone position, trying to look innocent as if all was normal. In her hands was a tray containing a baby’s bottle on one side and shaving paraphernalia on the other. He felt his face, it was a bit rough, but not that bad, as his beard was very light and not enough to even grow a decent moustache. “No silly! I need to shave your nappy area or you will get a rash. Little babies do not have hair down there, unlike their mummies who have lots”! She lifted her nightgown to show him her luxurious growth and a dim memory slowly came back to him. Andy started to struggle, but being secured by both his feet he could only move his upper torso. Olivia looked annoyed, grappled his dummy and tore it from his mouth. Andy looked shocked but before he could do or say anything she had replaced the dummy with the teat of the feeding bottle. As the first drops of milk passed his tongue, he began to suc-k and realised that he had been duped again. His mind started to drift, he felt compliant, woolly and open to suggestions but he also became limp and floppy, totally lacking coordination.
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Chapter 4
Andy felt his popper pants being opened and his dry nappy being unpinned. His personal parts were pulled first one way, then another as the clippers removed his scant growth of hair. He continued to suc-k on the bottle propped on a pillow and with each suc-k he became less able to move, less able to direct his thoughts. “It’s so sweet” he thought he heard “this definitely belongs in a nappy for doing wetties because it certainly is useless for satisfying a woman”. There was a tinkling laugh that made him feel sad and humiliated. His wet bib was removed.
The restraints were removed, his bottle hissed and gurgled as the last of the liquid was suc-ked through the nipple. His dummy was reinserted and again old reflexes took over. Olivia shaved him from head to toe, he was pulled and shunted this way and that, tossed and turned, with foul smelling cream being applied all over his newly shaved areas. It stung.
Olivia pulled him out of bed and onto his feet. Now was his time to escape, but he could barely stand and he leant heavily on his captor, his head lolling, his legs uncoordinated like a bad drunk. He was thrust into a shower room where Olivia propped him up against the wall. A huge shower head dropped a storm of water over them both. Olivia soaped and washed him with a huge soft sponge holding him tight and close. Andy was in his head sheltering from the storm beneath a large tree with Olivia, his head fell on her breast and he spat out his dummy and latched on. He groped and fondled her clumsily, but in his dreamy stupor he was a sexy stud. Olivia put her hand on his sissy stick but it was not responsive, the drugs had rendered him impotent. He suc-ked as she turned her attention to her own pleasure centres.
She wrapped him in a large fluffy towel and patted him dry. Andy dreamed he was a little toddler being cared for by his mummy. His legs almost buckled but Olivia kept heaving him straight. His mummy guided him into his nursery and he fell in to his pink cot. He could no longer distinguish between what was real and what was in his dream.
Heavy creams were applied, baby powder fell like snow all over him. Thick fluffy nappies were secured and enclosed in soft vinyl baby pants. He was put in a vest that fastened beneath his legs forcing his nappy tight into his bottom. A pink bonnet made of softest wool, trimmed with ribbons was put on his bald head and tied beneath his chin. A pink bib edged in lace was carefully tied around his neck. Soft mittens were put over his hands and booties on his feet. He was a confection in pink. In his dream he was given his comforter, a soft freshly laundered nappy that he held to the side of his face as he suc-ked on his dummy. He waggled his arms and wiggled his legs as his mummy tickled his tummy and snuggled his nappies. He looked for his beloved teddy bear but the soft face that stared back at him was not his beloved Patchy, this was wrong. Where was he?
Suddenly, a feeling of total dread washed over him as the drugs coursing through his veins reached their peak. He felt so insecure, he feared falling out of his cot, as it was a long drop with the side railing down. He scooted back on his bottom to be close to the wall, he felt nauseous and he began to salivate heavily a sign that he would be very sick in a short space of time. Jingling bells, he heard jingling bells. Olivia had a set of pink leather reins and was fitting them round his chest. He heard a click to his right and then another to his left as he was secured to the D-rings on his harness by connecting to tethers attached to the base of the cot. He tried to get to his knees but he was completely restrained. The cot side slid up with a whoosh and he heard the reassuring sound as the two catches snapped into place. He felt totally safe again and he lay back as his dream state continued.
A carousel of little animals circled above, in time to the tinkling of a music box, a flying penguin, a soaring giraffe and an airborne piggy made him giggle behind his dummy. A line of brightly coloured balls stretched from one side of his cot to the other and he tried to kick them with his feet. He caught one with his hand and it twanged on the elastic making a large noise. He did it again and could not resist making a satisfying gurgle.
A large soft blanket was pulled over him and tucked in tightly, curtains were pulled and the room became dim. Andy soaked up his dream, reliving memories that had been dormant for thirty years. Wonderful times when he had been the centre of his mummy’s universe. Free of stress, everything done for him, no need to worry about money, bills, or the competition to climb the corporate ladder. No need to worry about finding a toilet, it was fine to wet the bed, it was perfectly acceptable to crawl along and drop a big poo in the back of your nappy, because you were a baby. You were always protected, always being cleaned and perfumed, always swaddled in love and softness. Sitting in a wet and filthy nappy was not so bad, but being changed in to a warm, soft nappy fresh out the airing cupboards was so special.
He felt himself drifting into a peaceful sleep, he didn’t know if his life was real or imagined but it was not a problem. He pulled his cuddle nappy comforter to his cheek and rubbed it against his dummy. His head now devoid of hair was warm and snug in his woolly bonnet. Gentle music came through the air buds fitted in the sides for his baby headwear. A gentle melody added to his sleepiness but did he hear a female voice in the background? He suddenly had the picture in his mind of a teenage boy wearing a nappy, this was quickly followed by the feeling that this was perfectly normal. In the next vision he was pleading to be treated like an incontinent baby. He smiled behind his dummy and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
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Chapter 5
At some time during the night he was fed a bottle of milk and he felt himself drifting down a deep hole from which there seemed no escape. His dreams were full of vivid pictures of children of all ages being put in nappies by their nannies, their mummies and even their siblings. They all seemed carefree and happy.
He awoke, the room was in darkness and he had no idea what time of day it was. His brain felt scrambled, full of daft thoughts about being a baby again. Slowly, his dream wafted away and the real nightmare of his life rushed back. He was securely pinned to his cot by a leather harness that jingled whenever he moved. His mouth was filled with a large baby’s dummy that he seemed to be enjoying. Worse than that he was swaddled in a nappy that was wet and uncomfortable. He went to tackle the straps that restrained him and realised that his hands were disabled by fiendish mittens that prevented him from undoing anything.
Andy tried to piece together the muddle that he was trapped in. He spat out his dummy and tried to gnaw through the straps that restrained his mittens. Amazingly one strap came away quite easily and in no time he had freed his hand. He then freed his other hand and finally was out of his baby harness. He felt weak, so unbelievably weak.
Off came the straps securing his feet and with some careful fiddling around in the dark, he managed to lower the cot rail. He stealthily got out of the cot and gently made his way to the blackouts that were fitted to the nursery window. It must have been about midday judging by the position of the sun. He ripped at the snaps between his legs of the onesie and wriggled the terry nappies and plastic pants down his legs in one piece. They were sodden. There was no time to hang around and he picked up a pair of thick terry training pants and put them on. He shook some baby powder into them to cover the smell of his wetting. The pink onesie joined the pile on the floor. He opened the wardrobe, it was full of baby dresses in his size. He undid his bib and added it to the heap. He looked through the drawers, but there was nothing to wear that he could be seen in outside of the house.
There were nappies and more nappies and so many different plastic pants but nothing to escape in. In the bathroom he found towels, a babyish robe with a hood that he put on in the absence of anything better. He went back into the nursery and tried the door, it was not locked! He felt almost a jolt of pure joy. The house was quiet, where could Olivia be? What day was it and how long had he been locked up?
He found her bedroom, where her bed was made and all was neat and tidy. He looked for his clothes, but there was nothing. He helped himself to a set of her joggers which fit him quite well and found a T-shirt that wasn’t too girly. He thanked the saints that he was of a small build. He found no shoes.
Slowly he crept downstairs to look for his stuff, then to his horror he saw a large plastic bag that contained all his clothes that had been slashed and ripped. His shoes had been sawn in half, he was dumbfounded. There was nothing to be salvaged and nothing he could use. He searched for his keys, wallet, mobile phone and purse but there was nothing, not a trace. There were no cars in the street, on the driveway or in the integral garage. What had she done with his car?
The house had no telephone, like most modern people she relied on her mobile. Her computer was useless to him as it was password protected. The front door was locked as was the back door, all the windows were secured and he could not see an obvious route of escape.
His feeling of despair was not helped by a wave of warm wetness filling his training pants. She had rendered him incontinent and he was wetting his pants like a toddler. He clutched himself in an attempt to slow the flow, but it was too late. He felt the legs of the joggers slowly get wetter and wetter as his pee ran down each leg. He ran to the kitchen to save her carpets. He stopped in amazement, there were baby clothes and nappies all over the room, at least a dozen freshly laundered and dried nappies on the table. A laundry basket full of wet nappies that had recently come out of the washing machine and more than a dozen pairs of plastic pants piled neatly on a chair. Nappy pins were linked together like a bracelet.
In the sink were half a dozen baby bottles, washed and draining. On a work surface were bottles of pills, lots of them, enough to put down an army. He scanned the labels and was confounded by what he saw. On the wall was a television, which he turned on. It was the lunch time news. He saw the date, no it was impossible, he had been there over six weeks.
He took off the joggers and pants, picked up two nappies, some pins and plastic pants and put himself back in the protection he now needed so badly. He did not notice the CCTV camera follow him round the kitchen as he sorted himself out.
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Great to see you back and where you are taking the story. It looks like he's discovering his prison and i love that she's using hypnosis. I hope it gets darker where he has to escape and fight back but she has all the cards. Thanks for returning!
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Sorry for the delays but exceptionally busy at the moment!
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Love this story, the details e.g. He notices the washed Terry Nappies, no doubt his Terry Nappies. His folded Plastic Pants. And the fact he realises he needs double Terry Nappies and probably double Plastic Pants because of his predictament. . . Steve UK
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All those Terry Nappies, all those Plastic Pants and the Nappy Pins, etc. Are there other AB guys in the house that Andy hasn't met yet??? Bet you the washline outside is filled wet freshly washed Terry Nappies and the different coloured Adult Baby Plastic Pants. Steve UK
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Morning from UK love thick Terry nappies, plastic pants, AB Rompers, Plastic Bibs, Dummy, bottle Pram, AB cot etc. If your guy in UK call me to chat about these things 077 140 34435. Genuine and honest, or text 1st. Thanks to all who write these exciting stories. Steve UK
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Oh the mysteries that await. Words turn to graphics in my mind. very well written and the suspense is leaving me wanting MORE
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Thank you for all the wonderful feedback as it keeps me motivated!
Chapter 6
Andy felt almost joyful as he pulled the plastic pants up over his nappy. He felt safe and secure but there was something missing and it was the feeling known by any addiction. It was far worse than just a simple yearning, it was the fix needed by a smoker, the first drink of the day of an alcoholic. What was that desire that was eating in to him? His eyes scoured the kitchen, he saw bottle nipples in the steriliser, and they called out to him, but then his eyes fell on to a clear plastic box with a collection of brightly coloured dummies that had been cleaned and dried. He almost ran to the box, removed the lid and chose a bright pink soother. He had his doe-di, his comforter, his binkie, his pacifier - he knew it by so many names. How could this have happened? The silicon teat filled his mouth, the plastic guard completely covered his lips and it rendered any chance of speech impossible. He suc-ked it furiously and the anxiety of his failing escape seemed to diminish as the soother bobbed in and out.
He resumed his search for keys, for anything that might help him. Olivia’s white T-shirt barely covered the waist band of his plastic pants which rustled reassuringly as he searched every drawer and cupboard. His last six weeks of confinement in his cot had left him extremely weak and all the adrenaline fuelled activity had taken a huge toll on his stamina. Olivia had completely baby-proofed the house and he realised he was defeated. He picked up a nappy from the pile on the table, it felt so soft, so beautifully white and fluffy. He buried his head into its enticing embrace and breathed in its babyish fragrance, comforted by its feel on his cheek.
Clutching his new comforter to his cheek, he staggered back towards the stairs. He fell to his knees as his strength ebbed away. He crawled up the stairs and hadn’t the strength to stand back up. He continued his journey back to the nursery as a baby, he didn’t have the strength to be a toddler. He reached the cot and kneeled at the side of the lowered cot rail as if in prayer. He felt a discomfort in his stomach and then realised that he was about to soil his nappy, but for some reason this seemed perfectly normal, indeed it was almost comforting. He felt the back of his nappy being a resistance to his elimination and eventually a warm mass slumped out and to his horror the feeling brought him huge pleasure. He felt proud of what he had achieved.
His last effort was to haul himself back into his cot and cover himself in the soft woollen blanket. His eyes struggled to stay open but he quickly succ-umbed to slumber. The nanny cam in the teddy on the shelf watched Andy’s every move.
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Olivia was furious, her nanny had let her down badly and hadn’t even had the courtesy to call or explain her absence. She had ignored all her phone calls.
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Antonia, thanks for this. My week-ends are spent in thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB rompers, adult-size plastic bibs, bottles, dummy etc. So thanks for this update. It's 9.20am here in UK so it's times get out my thick Night-time Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. And after shower I have double Terry Nappies and fresh Plastic Pants for after my shower. It will be another week-end in thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants etc. A must for AB guys. Please keep updating this story. Steve in UK
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Hi again any guys in UK into Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, dummy, bibs call me 077 140 34435. I am genuine AB guy. Text 1st if you want. Steve UK
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Steve, this is NOT A DATING PORTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Antonia, thank you for another delightful episode. I totally agree with you about the commercial aspect, that Author is now on my blacklist. I also feel sorry for Nappysteve and hope He finds comfort soon. Look forward to next episodes of Andy's demise into complete Babyhood.
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Ok Apoligises to All. Won't happen AGAIN.Steve UK
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A brief comment. I shall not be selling my stories commercially, nor will I use this wonderful site to tease my readers with extracts that require payment to see the ending.
Thank you for all the wonderful feedback as it keeps me motivated!
Thanks you for all your contributions Antonia, we've had a pretty good run before people started taking advantage, unfortunately I don't believe anyone has permissions to moderate the board since Betty's passing, I know that he would have deleted any posts that attempted to make profit via this board. Similarly he would have deleted the recent posts with contact information.
Let's hope it doesn't degenerate any further, and the loyal poster's like yourself continue in his memory.
Ace
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It looks like the conditioning is taking hold. Please write more its going fantastic!
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It might have made more sense to put these comments on the actual topic - I'd have seen them sooner. It looks like I can delete the topic so I will do that.
I will just say that you've all had many many good stories from me over the years for free and they are all still available here. I don't see why I shouldn't seek to make a bit of money out of it like any other writer. But if you don't think it's appropriate to promote them here then I'll respect that.
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Thank you antonia for this story and for everyone who contributes to this small community. Removed my earlier off-topic post per your example.
And Happy Pride to all!
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I have deleted my comment from the chapter. It was inappropriate to my story.
Chapter 7
Felicity was the nanny who had taken the day off without Olivia’s permission. The message on her phone was inviting:
Hi Felicity
Sorry I was so impatient the other day, but Andy was very upset that he didn’t see his favourite nanny. He asked me to beg you to come tomorrow and to pay you a double bonus to show how much he wants you to care for him. He knows you have quite a difficult journey so he has asked me to send a car to pick you up and take you home at the end of each day.
See you tomorrow morning
Olivia
Felicity lay down on the soft bed, she looked across at Andy lying down in his cot, who stared back at her with wide eyes. She moaned at him, her mouth plugged by a large baby’s dummy. She was naked, her hair shaven from every part of her body. The injection Olivia had given her had left her incapable of any movement or resistance.
Olivia showed her a large nappy, heavily used in the past and with a blue sign printed on it “Property of the Manor Hospital”. It was quite grey, the fibres crushed and scratchy from maybe hundreds of boil washes, some stains were too deep seated to be removed. Her freshly shaved body screaming as the rough cloth enveloped her with its protecting embrace. The nappy cream and talc didn’t seem to give much comfort. The heavy duty vinyl pants also had the institutional label and included a locking chain that sealed the nappy tightly. It was old traditional incontinence protection but it was thick and functional.
The pyjamas were like scrubs, but in a dingy grey fabric that had the hospital name stencilled onto the back of the jacket and on the seat of the trousers. On her feet a pair of pink fluffy full fitting slippers with a pink pom-pom on the toes.
“You are going to Epsom Felicity“ said Olivia “a patient at the Manor Hospital who was in solitary confinement for most of her stay sadly passed away and you are going to take her place”. Felicity moaned through her dummy and weakly shook her head.
Olivia took out a stainless steel box with preloaded syringes. The first was benzocaine and lidocaine which numbed her lips and cheeks as she injected it all around her face. The second was Botox which she injected into her tongue to leave it swollen and stiff at its tip. She replaced the dummy and quickly fitted a large heavily stained and fraying bib that proclaimed “patient Manor Hospital”. A hospital plastic wristband was fixed around her wrist “Selina Sanders”
The car that brought her to Olivia’s now loaded her into the back and dumped her not far from the hospital. She dragged her feet, the drugs leaving her in a drunken state. Her fat institutional nappies causing her to waddle and stagger as she threw one leg and then the other forward, in order to walk. She drooled incessantly and tried to engage with members of the public. “I’m Flisty” she tried to say, her bib wet and dirty, and her crew cut hair style making her appear intimidating. “Help me” she pleaded as people said “ she’s escaped from the loony bin, she’s one of those nutters”.
Eventually she was taken picked up by hospital orderlies and quickly transferred to the isolation floor where Olivia’s friend worked as Duty Sister. “Selina, welcome back” she said as Felicity wet her nappy for the second or third time. She opened the door to where Felicity would be incarcerated. It had a spy hole and hatch, and was heavily reinforced with locks and bolts. Inside the room was an adult sized bed with protective bars, a locker piled high with fat, dense, grey looking nappies and discoloured plastic pants.
Felicity spluttered past her dummy “my name ith Flithty”. Her tongue rigid at the tip with Botox based serum could not help her articulate and her face was still numb with local anaesthetic so she dribbled and drooled copiously.
“Poor Selina is having personality problems again, but we’ll make her better with her special medicine won’t we”? Said Sister Mary. She led her new charge into the cell. The wall was padded and marked from previous occupation, the room smelled of recent disinfection and the bed had been made with crisp white sheets.
Felicity sat on the bed, her pretty face now haggard and streaked with tears and slobber. Her crew cut head was covered in small nicks where Olivia had been careless with the clippers. The sister disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a syringe filled with a bright pink liquid, which she injected into her mouth. It was sweet and within minutes a warm glow spread over her. Some dribbled on to her bib and fanned out from her neck. Almost immediately she began to slump and needed to be laid back, as the powerful sedation took hold and the morphine worked its magic. She would not be a problem, the chemical cosh was potent and effective; it would not be long until she would be craving and pleading for her addictive medicine. The sides of her hospital bed were pulled up and secured. She was in her cot safe and sound. The cell door clanged shut and the lock turned as Felicity was safely interred.
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Felicity woke up the next morning, she had been asleep for almost 18 hours. Her nappy was filthy and saturated with her eliminations. Her tongue felt odd and although her dummy still caused her to dribble, it was not as bad as yesterday. The door opened and a female orderly came into the cell. She set about cleaning Felicity with well practiced efficiency. First she took her to a padded table in the room next door. Her scrubs were removed, her dummy was taken out, then the chain on her pants unlocked, she was stood up so that the whole mass could be slid down her legs. The orderly supported her as she stepped out of her mess.
The bench was in a wet room and the orderly hosed off the furniture before turning the spray onto Felicity. It was warm and at body temperature, the majority of the soiling went down a large gridded drain. A big shower head was turned on and Felicity was given a large bar of heavily scented soap that smelt of disinfectant. She soaped up her naked, hairless body and thoroughly cleaned herself. The orderly dried her off with a towel that was far from fluffy and pulled out a gown that was in a stack on a shelf on the wall. The towel was used to dry the plastic surface on the bench.
The orderly positioned a shaped nappy on the bench and indicated for Felicity to lie on it. There was a huge central panel in the centre and the sides had Velcro fastenings. The fit was snug and secure, as a nanny, Felicity had never seen a nappy so thick and hefty. The locking vinyl pants came off the shelf below, the legs were stained orange from the leaks of previous patients. Everything smelt of Dettol, the orderly had not bothered with creams or powder. Her final nappied condition was huge and her protection ballooned out from around her. The click of the padlock confirmed that she had no control of her nappies. The smock was just long enough to just cover the waist band of her plastic pants. The faded writing on the front said “Manor Hospital”. The orderly took out a terry towelling bib that was as long as her shirt and was labelled with the same wording. There was a rustling of cellophane that said sterile and a white dummy was revealed. The rubber teat was yellowed and the guard was scratched from frequent use by other inmates. Felicity accepted the comforter, just accepting and absorbing her situation with silent incredulity. She suc-ked the medicinal flavoured dummy without hesitation.
The orderly indicated for her to step into her pink fluffy slippers and it was then that she realised just how uncomfortable and bulky her nappies were. All her jewellery had gone, she had no watch, no idea of time, her only bracelet was her hospital plastic identification. The slippers were loose and with the bulk of her nappies, she had to adopt a wide legged shuffling gait. Her plastic pants were on full display, just transparent enough to tell when she had wet or soiled herself. They arrived in a room that had plain stainless steel tables and uncomfortable seats. A hatch in the wall revealed a team of kitchen staff making breakfasts.
The orderly sat Felicity at one table and went to get food. She had a ticket that she handed to the person in the hatch. Felicity looked round the room, each table had one occupant, there were about a dozen or more and they all shared one thing, they all looked drained of any emotion, they all moved like automatons and stared into space. There was no recognition, no attempt to converse or associate, a total disconnection. They all wore nappies and similar smocks to her own.
The tray arrived, a bowl of fruit, a slice of toast cut into fingers, a boiled egg, a plastic set of cutlery but not a knife. The orderly took out her dummy and put it in an empty dish placed on the tray for this purpose. She realised that she was ravenous and attacked her breakfast with relish. A lot of the egg ended up on her bib. The orderly wiped her face with her bib adding to mess sticking to it already. A kitchen member brought more buttered toast that had been coated with Marmite. Felicity demolished this in no time at all. Another plate of toast arrived, this time marmalade. All disappeared. The calories consumed were huge by the time she had finished.
The orderly replaced her dummy after wiping her face with her bib and took her back to her cell. Felicity tried to ask her to clean her teeth and was told to put her soother back in. She mumbled about using the toilet and received a laugh in response and told to look at what she was wearing. She sat back on her cot and the sister from the day before came in to check progress. Felicity could not hear what was being said, but the smiles and head nodding seemed to indicate that all was going well.
The pink syringe appeared, her dummy was taken out and the gel squirted into her mouth. She swallowed the potent mix and suc-ked her binky as it was reintroduced. She enjoyed the wave of peace and tranquility that washed over her and slipped into the arms of morphia. Her carers smiled with satisfaction as a big yellow wet patch blossomed in her nappy and showed through the plastic pants. They positioned her on her side and were further pleased when the back of her nappy bulged out as she soiled herself with a gentle grunt. Her response was reflected by an increase in her dummy suc-king activity.
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Really good writing, that Olivia is so diabolical makes me scared for Andy
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Chapter 9
Olivia was on her mobile talking to her friend in the Manor and the reports were music to her ears. Felicity was far from finished in her mind and there were plans for her. In the meantime, she had a new nanny starting that very morning and she was arriving at any moment. However, unlike Felicity, this new nanny was going to be residential. The benefit was two-fold, she didn’t cost so much to hire and she was always on site in an emergency.
Suzanne was fully aware of her new charge and had been told that Andy had a psychological breakdown and had suffered a severe regression in his personality. She had been told emphatically that he was to be talked to like a baby and treated like one as well, because anything too adult might cause him irreparable mental damage.
The doorbell rang and a tall geaky blonde haired girl stood on the door step with three large bags. Olivia ushered her in, but did not make any attempt to help her with her luggage. She was shown her room and left to move in her belongings. Olivia told her to put on her uniform and report to her in the lounge in one hour.
Suzanne quickly unloaded her dresses and uniforms which were on hangers and easily put into the wardrobe in her room. The smaller items like underwear and lesser items could wait until later. She was ready in 50 minutes and could not resist a peak into the nursery on her way downstairs to the lounge. The room stank of dirty nappies and stale piss, it was the stench of poor parenting and neglect of duties. Her charge was asleep and had kicked off his cot blanket to reveal very wet and messy bedding beneath.
Olivia had made a pot of tea and some cheap biscuits were thrown on a plate. She did not stand but waved a hand for Suzanne to be seated. She poured them tea through a strainer and passed her a cup. She selected a Nice biscuit in preference to the morning tea ones.
They went through her duties for the day, clean the nursery, sort out Andy’s nappies and laundry, prepare his food for the day and organise his bottles. She would also need to tidy up his playpen and sort out his toys. His floor blanket and comforter needed a lot of attention.
At bed time he had to be restrained and had to wear his sleep bonnet. She did not know that his bonnet was fitted with air pods to play him a diet of subliminal messages throughout the night.
Olivia gave her a bank mandate to complete so that her salary would be paid into her account each month. In reality, Olivia was heavily strapped for cash, the cost of Andy’s babification had cost a fortune, his layette and the furnishings were exorbitant in their expense. She desperately needed to work full time and fill her own coffers.
Suzanne got to work immediately and was introduced to Andy who had been sedated to keep him compliant and quiet. He was filthy, his nappy should have been changed hours ago and had leaked through his sleep suit, into his bedding and even into his hair. It took hours to get Andy and his cot clean and sweet smelling. The washing line had over twenty nappies cleaned and sweet smelling alongside booster pads, bibs and hand washed plastic baby pants. His nursery smelled of baby powder and laundry detergent.
Andy was fed in his high chair and seemed to love his new nanny and all the hugs and kisses she bestowed on him. Olivia had cuddled him constantly following his failed escape attempt and praised him for dressing himself in a nappy while she was at work. She switched his vitamin serum for a doctored version full of sedatives that Suzanne was told had to be added to each of his bottles throughout the day.
No sooner had Andy woken up, and started to regain some of his old vigour, when he was fed his bottle and he slowly slumped back into a listless, sleepy condition and unable to stop himself from nodding off. He was now totally dependent on his nappies and unable to function without his dummy plugged into his mouth.
Suzanne was exhausted by the time she had finished her day. Olivia had asked her to go shopping and prepare the evening meal. Her supermarket receipt had been put to one side awaiting payment. The day had left her poorer than when she had arrived!
It was almost midnight before her head hit the pillow and she had still not fully unpacked. She had packed her toiletries in to the en suite bathroom, but had to empty one cupboard that was full of Tena Lady pants which were 9 drop absorbency. Maybe Olivia had a problem, she would save her embarrassment and store them in the drawer under her bed.
A soothing melody seemed to sound in her room, it could have come through the walls from Olivia’s room next door, but she was too tired to investigate.
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Chapter 10
Felicity woke up wet and messy, her last memory was breakfast and she felt hungry again. She had no idea what time it was, but on the small table by her cot was a baby bottle of juice and a huge slab of chocolate that must have weighed a kilo. She reached through and took the bottle, spitting out her dummy and inserting the nipple of the feeder. She chugged through what seemed to be rosehip syrup, it was very sweet. Next she took the chocolate and used her teeth to break the seal on the foil. She chewed into the bar like it was a slice of toast, the saliva from her eating dribbled down her cheek and onto her bib, which was already wet from rushing her bottle and dummy drooling. She looked down at the once white bib and saw that the breakfast stains and these new deposits showed the perfect history of her dietary day.
Satiated, she felt a new desire rising, she wanted the pink squirty, the pink path to vibrant dreams and utter tranquility. The door opened. Sister Mary was resplendent in her dark blue uniform and starched white apron. In her hand she had a syringe of pink medicine.
“ Who are you today”? She asked
“Flithty” replied Felicity still hampered by her damaged tongue.
“No sweetheart, you’re confused again, your name is Selina. Can you say it out loud for me? Selina
Felicity looked at the syringe, she wanted her medicine so badly, but she knew she wasn’t Selina despite her bracelet saying that she was.
“Well? Have you remembered your name yet? I expect you want to have your dirty nappy changed, have dinner and then have your medicine don’t you?”
Felicity looked surprised, the last meal she had eaten was breakfast, how long had she napped? Her nappy felt disgusting, she could feel the smelly log pressing against her bottom and the wetting had cooled and was starting to burn into her skin. She wanted her medicine and she wanted it now. Despite devouring all the chocolate she was ravenous and hungry. “My name Thelina” she sputtered “I forgot because I’m a thilly girl”.
In a minute, she was being changed by an orderly, showered and back in nappies, this time with a huge soaker insert to get her through the night. She went to the canteen and ate a huge portion of steak and kidney pudding with chips and gravy. They brought her spotty dic-k and custard, then a slice of millionaire shortbread. On the side was a pint of Cola that they had put in a giant baby bottle. The gas made the liquid squirt out all over her bib, which by this time was a laundry disaster. Finally there was full fat cheese and biscuits and a small plate of chocolates to finish off. All was consumed.
Her bib was replaced with a new one and she was returned to her cot suc-king happily on her new dummy which seemed to have been dipped in flavouring. As she shuffled in her baby bed, her bladder released, soaking into the voluminous nappies that were around her. The syringe was injected and the cycle continued.
Sister Mary wrote on her chart - twenty thousand calories consumed today. Anticipated weight gain - three pounds.
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I love the women you write they are comfortably cruel and i am looking to see what this sadistic weight gain and regression will bring
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Chapter 11
Suzanne was woken by the sounds of Olivia getting ready for work, a look at her watch told her it was six o’clock and she decided to score a few points with her employer by making her a cup of coffee. She checked her progress as she went to get out of bed, her pyjama bottoms felt positively damp, not wet but definitely as if she had suffered a few leaky dribbles. Suzanne was shocked, she never had accidents, never had any problems. She pealed back the sheets and was pleased to note that her bedding was perfectly clean and dry. However, she spotted a ridge that ran across her bed that was just discernible under her sheet. She looked under the sheet - nothing. She looked under the quilted mattress cover and there it was - an old fashioned rubber sheet. Her bed was already protected against infantile bed wetting.
She remade her bed somewhat shocked and put on a bathrobe, before making her way downstairs to make coffee.
She took a freshly made Nespresso coffee up to Olivia.
“Good morning” she said “can you manage a coffee”?
“Morning Suzanne, did you have a good sleep? Do you need a change?” She asked. Suzanne looked a bit shocked, how could she know about her near miss? Olivia laughed. “No not that, do you need a change from a duvet to sheets and blankets”?
“No all good” replied Suzanne with relief.
Olivia left for work and Suzanne started her chores by emptying the dish washer and tidying the kitchen. She collected up the nappies that seemed to be piled in the kitchen, dining room and lounge. How many nappies did Andy need? She counted 17, then there were the 20 from the big wash yesterday that she was tumbling in the drier to fluff them up. There were plastic baby pants on every radiator, most were clean and in good order but a couple were badly stained. She knew it was pointless trying to lift out those indelible marks.
She heard babbling from the nursery, her charge was waking up. She completed folding up the nappies, carefully to make sure all the labels were in the same position with all folds in the same orientation in the pile. She steadied the pile with her chin and slowly climbed the stairs. She went into the nursery and filled the shelves with her load. Andy looked sleepily at her while suc-king on his do-di. She cooed at him affectionately and he responded with happy gurgles.
Unlike her first sight of him, when he was dirty and soiled, today he was clean and smelt like a baby, warm wee and baby powder. She changed him out of his wet nappy and dressed him in one of his freshly laundered terries and sweet smelling baby pants. Today she picked out a pale blue bubble romper that gave him a huge nappy bum.
She fed him a wholesome breakfast and Andy was alert and seemed about to engage in a dialogue with her. By the time he had had his juice with the vitamin supplement he was back into a slump. He barely had the energy to soil his fresh nappy as he sat in his high chair. He strained and grunted, but hadn’t the strength to lift himself up from his seat to void in his nappies. His face went redder and redder until soiling could escape his body.
Suzanne changed him and put him down for his nap.
Olivia had left a list of chores to do on the kitchen table and they were not the work expected of a fully trained nanny from Norlands. Cleaning floors and bathrooms was not in her remit, nor was cutting the grass or looking at the lock on the gate. She did not want to set a precedent and decided to stick to the jobs that needed to be done for Andy. His clothes were a disgrace, some outfits were stained, buttons were loose, stitching had come undone. The nursery floor was dirty and all the units needed to be polished. So she set about her tasks as Andy slept. She hated the silence and turned on an MP3 player in the nursery that played through speakers on the wall. The music was a mixture of classical excerpts and very soothing, so would not disturb her sleeping charge.
She finally sat down as the floor dried and began her sewing tasks, her lack of sleep made her eyes heavy and she slowly nodded off. “You need nappies. You must suc-k your dummy. You love going in your nappies. A good baby wets his nappies”. She had put on a specially adapted piece of subliminal messaging designed for Andy, this is the diet of sound he was fed every night.
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Like always well told and making us want more
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Chapter 12
Olivia had watched events on the concealed nanny cam and was pleased at the way in which Suzanne was slowly working her way into the snare prepared for her. Tonight she would meet her special friend Norma who was a psychotherapist who used hypnotic suggestion as part of her treatment programme and had been heavily involved in Andy’s development.
Suzanne received the text on her phone. Make sure Andy is in bed by seven and don’t forget his favourite pink sleep bonnet. You did psychology before becoming a nanny, you are going to love my friend who will join us tonight. Please prepare dinner for the three of us, something simple will be fine.
She was intrigued and followed the instructions to the letter. The table was laid, she put on a clean uniform and had wine chilling in the fridge. Olivia arrived home with a tall raven haired woman who had piercing eyes and confident aura about her. She warmly greeted Suzanne who immediately felt at ease, although fascinated by the sparkling crystal pendant she had about her neck.
Norma was highly qualified and had an impressive cv, she showed great interest in Suzanne’s degree in psychology and was fascinated as to why she decided to go into specialist nursing as a nanny. The wine flowed, and it was decided that Norma would stay the night in the spare room, amazingly she had expected this might happen and had a small overnight case with her.
Suzanne declined coffee but accepted a glass of Bailey’s as a night cap. It was not as it was bottled, a tablet had been ground and added to the sweet liqueur that would make her receptive to suggestion.
Norma moved in with her crystal, twirling and swinging it like a pendulum. Deeper and deeper went Suzanne, as she was regressed back to her earliest cognitive years. A time of potty accidents, bedtime wetting and even a poopy accident in her training pants. Uncertainty was suggested with regard to her continence, she might easily have accidents again if the work became stressful. suc-king her fingers, or even a dummy might be useful on these occasions. Nobody would notice a little suc-king to make one feel better or calmer. If things got very stressful then maybe wearing some training pants or pull-ups might be the answer, in extreme cases maybe a terry nappy and plastic baby pants.
Slowly, Suzanne was brought back, she was told she would have no memory of the past hour. She came to and realised that she must have nodded off. Everybody was sympathetic because she worked so hard looking after Andy. She asked to be excused and made her way to her room. The smirks between Olivia and Norma were missed.
Suzanne took off her clothes and carefully put them away. She brushed her teeth and removed her makeup. She climbed into bed. Something was missing, but what was it? She felt vulnerable, but she could not put her finger on it. Silly! She hadn’t been for a wee, that was it, she needed to take a pee. She got out of bed and went into her en suite, then thought about things, she had been, and now she had nothing further to give. What if I wet the bed? That was the feeling, where did that come from? She hadn’t wet the bed for decades. She thought about the pull-ups under the bed, she would put one on to play safe, that wouldn’t hurt. Olivia and Norma watched the secret camera hidden in the room and were almost gleeful.
Suzanne fed her feet through the leg holes and pulled them up her legs into place. They felt wonderfully soft and the feeling of insecurity evaporated immediately. She snuggled into bed and was unaware that the two fingers on her right hand had slowly worked their way into her mouth. She quickly fell into a deep untroubled sleep.
In the early hours of the morning she wet the pull up and barely stirred as she suc-ked on her fingers.
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Norma has her mind in her clutches and i hope its the beginning of her sinister control. I love using the victims past to condition there present and i hope she dose it to Andy sadistically. Please have her use Andy's past trauma to makes things scary and messed up. You are magnificent with thrilling stories please continue, thank you X.
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Chapter 13
The next morning was one of disbelief as Suzanne woke up to the feeling of wet protective pants. Her fingers were all wrinkled where she had been suc-king them all night. She rushed to the shower and stripped off the pants and put them in a nappy bag. She got up, did her makeup and headed down to make early breakfast for Olivia and Norma. The women were seated at the table drinking coffee and eating toast.
“Have you put Andy in a disposable?” asked Olivia looking at the green plastic nappy sack.” I thought we agreed that he would always wear terry nappies”
Suzanne was caught out and was totally unprepared without an answer. Suddenly, she had some inspiration - “it’s my monthly, but I had a bit of a gusher” she explained “I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed one of your Tena pants”. She put the bag in the rubbish and went to make drink. Little did she know that her package was going to be examined by the women later. Nobody believed her excuse.
Andy stirred and Suzanne made her excuses and took her drink up to the nursery. She quickly got started on Andy and felt herself looking at his soft terry nappies with a sense of wishing. It was ridiculous, why would she want to put on one of his nappies? By the time it came to the soft vinyl plastic protection, she was really yearning to get in his pants.
The women left in Olivia’s car and Suzanne took nappies and pants into her room. She was in a turmoil, she had to be in a nappy and within five minutes she was wearing the same nappies as her charge. She and Andy went down for breakfast and by the time he had finished his bottle, it was back to his cot for a nap. She took one of his dummies out of the steriliser and without thinking took one for herself. Andy giggled as she put one in his mouth and the other in hers.
Suzanne felt the nappies rub against her in a sensual way and pulling up the cot rail, went to her own bed, pulled up her skirt and rubbed the front of her plastic panties until she was at the point of frenzy. She pushed down between her legs and triggered the start of an almighty orgasm. She suc-ked on her dummy as the rollercoaster of an orgasm began. She pulled out her wet dummy and used the rubber teat to rub her g-spot. She screamed out with the climax of pleasure.
The soft terry caressing her female sex triggered further orgasms as she tried to make her way back to the nursery. She ended up looking at the slumbering Andy as she rubbed herself against the post of his cot. Wave after wave of ecstasy swept over her.
She took a moment to come down from her high and every moment in her nappies, every rustle of her plastic pants caused a ripple of pleasure. She sat in the nursing chair in the nursery having turned on Andy’s music centre and picked up the mending she had started the day before. Andy would sleep for at least an hour, so she had some time on her own. As she sewed some lace back on a pair of nappy covers her mind had a violent flash back triggered by an instruction to “wet your nappy, you love being in wet nappies, you are a baby”. She was a toddler, maybe older, yes she was older, maybe four or five years old. Her mother had been very cross with her because she had wet herself as she was playing with her dollies, she was so engrossed in her game that old habits had taken over. No nappy, no training pants, just her brand new little girl pants with pretty lace and bows in delicate pink.
Her mother grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to her bedroom where she was sat on her new big girl’s bed. She left for a moment and returned with a huge stack of fluffy white nappies that had been stored in the airing cupboard. On top of the pile, yellowing vinyl pants and nappy pins. Her panties were stripped off and she was put back in two thick nappies, securely pinned without powder or cream and the crackly pants pulled up her legs and settled snuggly over the towelling. Her memory was of a feeling of fear, letting her mother down, dread of being punished with smacking. However, once she was back in nappies she felt safe, secure and softly embraced. She didn’t have to worry about accidents, nothing would be damaged or hurt by her wetting or soiling. She was never told off for using her nappies because they were being used for their proper purpose.
Her mother told her that if she behaved like a baby then she would be treated like a baby. Suzanne took this as an instruction, it wasn’t a threat, she felt no humiliation because she had enjoyed the love and attention while she was in nappies and using them like a baby. She remembered most of all that she wanted her dummy and as an alternative used the fall back of suc-king her fingers. Her mother looked shocked and called her a big booby. Suzanne waddled off happily, pleased to be relieved of any toileting responsibilities and misinterpreting her mother’s intentions.
Suzanne mused on this flashback as she continued her stitching. She was changing the dress on one of her dolls and felt a pressure building deep inside her tummy. She hated the potty and she dreaded the big toilet, so with a little grunt and a small push she dropped a poo in the back of her nappy as she played with her doll. She got out the tea set and laid it out on the table. She sat on her bottom to arrange her guests round the table and paid no attention to the mess beneath her. It felt nice and warm.
She needed water for her teapot and went to the kitchen. Her mother immediately knew that Suzanne had soiled her nappy and shouted at her asking what she had done. It seemed a stupid question and the huge fuss made Suzanne so nervous that she started to wet her nappies as her furious mother watched on. She started to fill the teapot as her increasingly heavy nappies began to sag on her hips. Her mother looked on incredulous, had her daughter lost the plot? Did she not know that she was being punished by wearing nappies? She put the pot on the worktop and grabbed Suzanne’s hand dragging her quickly back to her bedroom. A towel was laid on her bed and she looked for a means to clean her up. She didn’t have baby wipes, but she found a tub of her nappy cream and they still had baby powder. She took all the nappies out of the airing cupboard and Suzanne couldn’t have been happier. The memory ran out.
She was back with the music in the room “lovely wet nappy, warm soft dirty nappies, go in your nappy” her brain was in tune with the messages, Norma’s earlier imprint was being activated as well. She looked at her sewing, the lace ruffle was fixed and she stood up to put the pants in the nappy covers drawer. She had a wave of satisfaction for a job well done. She really felt at peace today, the warm glow was still with her, but wait! There was a different type of warmth down below. No she couldn’t have. She pulled up her dress and put her hand down the front of her nappy, it was soaked. She broke into a big grin and she didn’t feel shame, she felt a sense of achievement, her nappies had been used for their proper purpose.
Olivia was on the web cam and talking on the phone to Norma.
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Really good i can not wait to read what will happen and do to Andy. Thankyou for being consistent with the updates.
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What has happened to AB Andy? Is he wallowing in his AB cot in very wet thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, AB Babygros with poppers stretching because of his thick Terry Nappies. His big Plastic bib all stained from his dribbles because he suc-ks his dummy so hard. Would love to see the washing line of his house. Full thick Terry Nappies, AB Plastic Pants all different colours, big Plastic Bibs, AB Babygros, Rompers. Also in garden his AB pram/buggy. Steve UK
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Thank you for another wonderful episode. Looks like She is determined to remain in nappies. Love to know what will happen to Andy. :)
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Anyone know is Baby Andy kept in 60"x60" Terry Nappies? And probably good stretchy Plastic Pants too cover his thick Terry Nappies, probably double Plastic Pants cos he seems heavy wetter more so overnight. Steve UK
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Chapter 14
Norma arrived with Olivia, Suzanne let them in, her wet nappy concealed by her nanny uniform. She excused herself quickly as she explained that she had she was a bit behind and needed to attend to Andy who needed a change and was in need of his tea. He was living the life of a baby barely six month’s old. He was sleeping, waking up in the morning, having a nap, waking for an hour or so, eating lunch, then going down for a nap. Playing for a few hours, having tea and going back to his cot.
The constant bombardment of his mind with subliminal messages and Norma’s sessions had taken their toll over the eight weeks of his confinement. He was now totally incontinent and unable to hold his pee or his soiling. He was totally nappy dependent and had fully accepted his situation, if he felt the remotest pressure then he released without knowing what was happening. It was the growing warmth that confirmed his lack of control.
His dummy had become a major source of comfort, initially it has been strapped in, then it was taken willingly as he grew to depend on its soothing properties. Now he had to have at least three dummies within easy reach. He had been taught that a dummy plugged in meant no talking, so for the past eight weeks he had not spoken more than a few words. His speech while suc-king a dummy was no better than infantile burbling and usually ignored.
Another disturbing problem was the tapes that played continuously in his ears as he slept. His soft woolly bonnet fed him a diet of information or more correctly misinformation. He had been taught a limited and completely new language of baby talk and this was about to be enforced in the next stage of his training.
Norma waited until Suzanne had finished cleaning and feeding Andy and stopped her giving him his vitamin serum in his milky bottle.
“Baby want mookie bokky” spluttered Andy past his dummy. He was quite addicted to his sleepy time bottles now and could not sleep without his special drink. Norma watched the front of his baby pants as the white nappy beneath the transparent vinyl quickly went yellow.
“Are you a big boy Andy”? She asked him.
“Yeth, me Olivia boy fwend” he told her, feeling a pressure building in his tummy.
“Does Olivia like her big boyfriend to wear baby nappies and plastic baby pants”? She asked.
“Sometimes baby have akkidents and Olivia make me wear nappies to stop messes”
“Is your nappy wet now”? Andy had no idea, he wet when it happened, he had no control. Now a log was pushing out of his bottom and was pressing against the disposable nappy that lined and protected his terry. Norma spotted the signs. “Are you going to make Olivia a dirty nappy”?
“No, Andy big boy, me no go poo in my nappies” he said starting to suc-k his dummy with desperation as the pressure built. The soiling plopped into the back of his nappy and the babyish act made him feel happy. He strained and grunted to force everything out, being a little constipated made the act more enjoyable. He moved from his crawling position and sat on his mess, the solid lumpiness felt really good between his cheeks, and as he moved back to his knees it fell to the low part of his nappy between his legs where the sensation was magnified many fold.
“Goo goo ga ga poo poo nappy” he gurgled as Norma looked on fascinated by his regression. Olivia came into the lounge as Andy was emptying his bladder into his newly dirtied nappy. “Mama, Mama” he exclaimed. Olivia hugged him close and felt his filthy nappy, massaging it gently in to him.
Andy had almost reached rock bottom in his regression, and there was little chance of him coming back from his lowest position. He was free of his former stressful life, he didn’t have to make any decisions as everything was decided for him.
Norma regressed him easily and reaffirmed that everything he had achieved was perfect for his future and wellbeing. Andy let a final stream of pee enter his nappy and fully emptied his bladder. She reinforced the pleasure that people got from his beautiful baby talk and that nobody thought he was clever using long grown up words. Andy glowed and radiated happiness. He worked his dummy, his dribbles making his bib wet. “Bocky Nana, want bokky” he pleaded and began to get anxious.
Suzanne saw the gesture from Norma and came into the lounge with his heated bottle of special milk. Norma held Andy tight as he eagerly suc-ked down his baby bottle. He was almost asleep by the time the bottle was empty. Unusually Olivia took him up to the nursery for a change, leaving Suzanne and Norma together.
Norma told Suzanne to sit next to her and talk about Andy and tell her how they were getting on. They spoke for a few minutes, then Norma praised Suzanne for wearing a nappy.
“You are very brave to wear a nappy and let your baby feelings come through” she said touching her knee. “Have you managed to wet yourself in your nappy yet“? She probed softly. Suzanne wondered how she knew these things.
“Why have I suddenly got these childhood feelings”? she asked Norma. “I wet my nappies this afternoon” she said finding it difficult to own up. “I loved the wet nappy so much that I didn’t want to take it off”.
The crystal appeared. “Why don’t we find out”? Asked Norma. She started regressing Suzanne back in time. They were in Suzanne’s childhood bedroom, it was night, she needed to go potty badly but she was scared of the big toilet and her potty had gone. She felt herself soil her pyjamas and it felt wonderful and became even better when she emptied her bladder as well. It had only been a week since her mother had stopped putting her in nappies as a punishment . Suzanne started crying, her mother came in and without much fuss cleaned her up and put in a thick set of nappies and plastic pants. The punishment was to continue until Suzanne grew up and took her toileting seriously.
Norma explained that her feelings were normal, she was wearing a wet nappy right now, there was nothing wrong with that. Both Olivia and she had known as soon as they came in, that their nanny was wearing one of her charge’s nappies and they could hear the pants from a mile away! They were both delighted that she was sufficiently at ease to indulge her personal desires.
“Do you feel the need to dirty your nappy now? It would be easy to go now and prove that nobody would object or be critical of her. These feelings are irrational, look back at how your own mother made it possible for you to be in nappies like a small baby. How old were you? Five, six years old?”
Suzanne gazed at the pendant crystal in a daze. “Six. I was allowed to be a baby for another week and then the nappies, baby pants, dummies all disappeared. I was sad, but Mummy just carried on as if nothing had ever happened and I slowly became normal again.”
Norma kept reinforcing that wanting to wear nappies was normal, it was no different to being a transvestite or wanting to role play. Suzanne looked reassured and then seemingly made a decision and with a big push and a loud grunt she forced herself to make a dirty nappy. Norma praised her as she slowly and deliberately soiled herself. She told her it was normal, that accepting her needs was healthy. There was nothing wrong with being special, somebody who did not conform to a majority.
Suzanne started to cry, her dirty nappy taking her back to the time of her regression. She feared her Mummy finding her. Norma quickly moved in and told her how good she was to go in her nappies. She brought her back from her hypnotic session and Suzanne remembered nothing. She knew she has started the session in a wet nappy but that had been a secret. Had Norma told her that everybody knew.
Olivia came into the room and Suzanne stood up to go and check all was well with Andy and to tidy his nursery.. What was that sticking to her bottom? It felt like she had a ball of pizza dough in her pants. She wasn’t wearing pants, she was in a nappy, so that meant she had a seat full of poo sticking to her bum. Norma noticed her confusion “you went potty in your nappy while we were having our session” she explained.
Olivia already knew that Suzanne was wearing a nappy, but to know that she had now soiled it was pure joy. “We will talk tomorrow “ was all she said.
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Mmmm!! intriguing. Sounds like Norma and Olivia have some devious plan to regress both Andy and Suzanne to nappy dependent Babies/Toddlers. I wonder why?. Looking forward to future developments. :)
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Chapter 15
Suzanne took to wearing nappies full time and she was embarrassed when Olivia purchased three dozen 70x70 Brightbot nappies for her own personal use. Each nappy had her name tag stitched in. In addition, there were a dozen plastic pants of clear vinyl and rhumba panties with lacy ruffles and trim round the waist and leg holes.
[authors note: take one nappy and open it out flat. Take a second nappy and fold it in half. Pin the two long edges of each nappy around the waist of baby, fastening left, then right with a nappy pin. Pull the other end of the opened nappy through the legs and pin to the folded nappy first on the left then on the right. Now for heavy wetting take a third nappy, fold in half and insert it lengthwise to cover front and back ends of baby.]
Andy and Suzanne were getting through a dozen nappies each a day. The washing line was heavy with fluffy bright white nappies fluttering in the warm air, the baby pants hanging like puffy globes as they dried in the sun. There were well over twenty terries gleaming in the early morning sun. Softened water meant that they were super soft and as if they had used a fabric conditioner, which as all mothers will tell you makes them less absorbent. These were super thirsty nappies. At the very end of the line were four bamboo booster pads that Suzanne had been trying out for night time use. These were eight layers of super silky soft bamboo nappy!
Suzanne continued her duties as usual, the only difference was that she was becoming as incontinent as her charge.
Three months later
Suzanne wakes up late in the afternoon, Norma had fed her a bottle the night before and it had been heavily laced with sleeping pills. She goes to her wardrobe and it is filled with large baby dresses. Her underwear, shoes and all adult clothing has gone, all replaced with infantile versions.
Olivia has never paid her, claiming that her wages had all gone towards her keep and layette. Suzanne was now effectively working for nothing, a slave dependent on nappies and her dummy. She had no money, no phone (it ran out of battery and nobody had a charger), now she had no outdoor shoes and would have to venture out in baby bootees and baby clothes if she wanted out. Her days were monotonous, every day was the same, looking after Andy, cleaning the house, preparing the meals, doing the washing up, making sure the laundry was kept up to date and keeping herself clean.
Now she went about her duties dressed in a bubble romper that enclosed her fat nappies comfortably. She had a different colour for each day of the week, all with delightful smocking across the top. She no longer wore a bra, but her heavy duties had lost her a lot of weight and she could get away without wearing one. Attached with a nappy pin to her top was a ribbon that secured her dummy that never left her mouth except for drinks and meal times. A bib protected her romper from her dribbling.
She was now doubly incontinent and had no control left at all. Her nappies were an essential part of her life and Olivia had given her a Princess plastic wrist watch that was designed to remind her to go on her potty but in her case was to remind her to change her soiled nappies. Norma had now totally embedded the wearing of nappies to be a normality for her as she performed here duties. They had a weekly session where Norma scrambled her head with what she thought was reality and what was false but had been woven into her subconscious. Her childhood memories were now mostly fabricated and had her mother encouraging her to act the baby and use her nappies accordingly.
Norma had other items on her agenda and made Suzanne crave baby clothes rather than her nanny’s uniform and smart adult clothes which Olivia cleared out and sold on Vinted. Her lap top, iPad and iPhone were all purloined and sold off along with her jewellery. They bought her a necklace that locked around her neck and spelt out the name BABY. A bracelet made of beads spelled SUZY BABY but this contained a tracker that meant she could never escape their clutches.
Suzanne’s day started at six in the morning and finished at ten at night. Norma had fabricated the story that she wanted to do this work because Olivia had rescued her. Olivia protected her, fed her, clothed her and kept her safe. It was Olivia that had bought her all of those brand new nappies that she was wearing and the plastic baby pants that kept her wetties inside and protected their furniture and carpets from her babyish messes.
Her room now looked like a nursery, but lacked the luxury of baby toys and trimmings. It was spartan but functional. Her nappies and plastic pants were easily accessible as were her bibs and bootees. The most noticeable feature was her large Mickey Mouse alarm clock on which she was so reliant. Her bed had no bars but her bedding was pure girly Disney, with a plastic sheet on the mattress to keep it clean.
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Chapter 16
Our story is drawing to a close as the final pieces fall in to place.
Felicity has been steadily putting on weight, and now she has a chubby tummy that compliments her greatly enhanced breasts. Once athletic, she now finds it an effort to get out of her chair and walk down to the canteen. A long series of lactation inducing injections, coupled with an appointment with a breast pump four times a day have turned her into a human cow. Her rich diet is producing high quality milk that is being sold off for £35 a pint.
However, this is not being sold off to babies, because the opiates would be too potentially addictive and unlike regular medication, these are not eliminated in the milk. In the case of adults the addictive quality of the milk had huge benefits and could be used to keep a wandering husband safe at home in the arms of his loving wife. It was only a small step to go from a loving bottle feed to a night spent wrapped up in nappies and plastic baby pants suc-king a soothing dummy, while his mates were out gallivanting on a Friday night.
Sister Mary was making £140 a day from the amazing four pints that Felicity was producing daily. Felicity was being encouraged to enjoy her exploitation by the use of a vibrating wand that was inserted in her nappy, so that as the pump suc-ked at her tits, the vibrating wand drove her crazy with desire. The fiendish device took into account the volume of milk being collected and the gadget went in to overdrive if she surpassed the previous collection, so allowing her to orgasm. Missing the target meant frustration.
Felicity was now fully institutionalised and had no thoughts of escape. She knew that hydration was vital if she was going to achieve milking targets and those goals could mean pleasure. She ate well, she got her pink squirty fix if she did as she was told and life was simple with no responsibilities.
Back in Salisbury, Olivia was making a milkshake. “Norma, you have to try this! It has fresh raspberries and strawberries. My God, it’s so good it’s almost addictive”!
[Concluded]
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Thankyou for this i love that they turned the nanny in to a clueless slave. Your wicked women are great you should be proud.
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Thank you for your frequent messages and kind comments. Your inspiration kept the story flowing.
Steve in his own unique way encourage certain elements to be included in the tale.
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Antonia, I am sorry this story has ended. You have a gift for getting all of us Nappies, Plastic Pants wearing guys xcited. Our Plastic Pants stretching against our AB Rompers or Babygros. Our dummies being suc-ked harder and slower as we see the words Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, Plastic Bibs, Bottles, Dummy etc in print. The Terry Nappy change of Baby Andy, the rustling of the Plastic sheet on his Adult Baby Cot mattress. His Plastic Pants being pulled down to X pose his thick very wet Terry Nappies for all to see as he suc-ks his AB Dummy. His life to be one of him being kept in thick Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, Rompers, Babygros, etc. Out in Pram in his AB clothes for all too see and make comments about. Thanks Antonia for this great story. Steve UK
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Wish there was way on her to contact other Terry Nappy and Plastic Pants wearing guys. Steve UK
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Hi Antonia, a lot of what you have written in last section I agree with. It is difficult to raise the subject of Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants etc. Especially if in relationship. When is right time?? What they going to say etc?? How do I raise the topic?? If I tell them and they walk away will they tell other people. Loads people here in UK wear nappies, plastic pants etc. Look at number suppliers on WWW here in UK. Some people might be incontinent, medically or by choice. Nappies and Plastic Pants can be turn on for loads people. The feel of the thick Terry Nappy under double Plastic Pants is turn on for me. Or the subtle Nappy chrck when, threat of dummy being put in mouth as the AB sits in front seat of car. The thick Terry Nappies and colourful Plastic Pants on line drying. The neighbour says Steve still not dry yet. Steve sits in his adult Highchair in kitchen listening to his Daddy telling the neighbour how I need thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants Rompers, Plastic Bibs etc 24/7. How Adult Babyhood keeps me in place. Neighbours says I have 21 year old son causing mayhem. My Daddy says send him round at 7pm on Friday night. Wonder what Daddy will do to 21 year old neighbour. Antonia thanks for sharing, keep enjoying yout thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants, etc. Steve UK
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Hi from hot part of Scotland. Going to get hotter too. Day off so for me double Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants, AB Rompers with 5 poppers at crotch area. Big Plastic Bib that comes down to my waist, dummy clipped to bib. White socks as well. Brekkie will be bowl rice crispies and strawberry yoghurt mixed in with crispies. My Plastic Bib is necessary to catch any dribbles from my brekkie. Would love have AB highchair and then after brekkie made to stay in Highchair by my Daddy. As he clears up and wipes my chin with my Plastic Bib he says "oh we have a visitor coming later this morning". I look at him with panic on my face. This news causes me to wet my Terry Nappies. He says you can stay in your Highchair til they get here. He starts to wash up the breakfast plates. My dummy has been put in my mouth. He goes upstairs to my nursery, he comes back with couple AB Rompers, more bibs, more Plastic Pants and some of my thick Terry Nappies. He places them around the living room. He also brings down some of our photo albums which contain lots of pictures of me in various AB outfits, Bibs, etc but always with me in thick Terry Nappies and Double Plastic Pants clearer on show. There are also pictures of me in a big Silver Cross pram in the garden. Above me on the washline is around 20 thick Terry Nappies at least 60"x60" and over 20 pairs Adult Baby Plastic Pants in various colours!!! Who is coming to visit?? Do I know them?? Do they know me?? And the fact I am kept in thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants 24/7?? Have finished my brekkie now, got myself happy in my Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. Will take lots water today becos of hot weather. All take care if in UK, take on water to keep hydrated. Will all this water cos me to wet my thick Terry Nappies?? I bet it does. Steve, Scotland.
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Afternoon from hot Scotland, it's lovely and warm. I have area at back of house were I can sit and benefit from a good breeze. So was sat there earlier this afternoon. It is secluded so was able to sit there in my thick Terry Nappies and double Plastic Pants totally X posed. I had t-shirt on and my AB big Plastic Bib and dummy in mouth. Was so comfortable don't remember wet my thick Terry Nappies inside my double AB plastic pants. It's just after 4pm here in UK so few more hours in my thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants before shower, etc then into my thick Night-time Terry Nappies plus soaker Nappy and semi-transparent AB double Plastic Pants Mmmmmmmmm. Lucky me. Steve UK
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Hi thanks for replying. I am in my thick night-time Terry Nappies, double Plastic Pants and t-shirt with AB plastic Bib with Nuk dummy attached. AB should always have dummy clipped to bib. Bet you look great in your thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants with rhumba pants over them. I like thick Terry Nappies that make AB waddle or having to crawl. Imagine a village of ABs and the washing lines full of Thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Big Plastic Bibs, Rompers, Babygros, short AB dresses. Prams in the garden or out in the streets and all ABs in their thick Terry Nappies, Rubbers/Plastic Pants, Plastic Bibs, AB Babygros/Rompers, etc all the ABs have Adult size Cots with plastic sheet covering the mattress. Would love stay in that village. Antonia, I hope your nappied every night in this Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants etc with dummy in mouth all night. Nappy checks in the morning, fingers of Daddy, Mummy, uncle putting their fingers inside tge leg of ABs Plastic Pants and announcing Baby has wet his Nappies again. Steve UK
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I also have 2 AB plastic romper suits that can be worn over thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants
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Hi Nappysteve, in keeping with Betty's wishes, whilst your contributions are always welcome, this board is mainly for stories and comments relating to them. For general chat you should try out the main board over at https://pearlcorona.org/sissyboys/index.php?board=1.0
Thanks,
Ace