Nurse Betty took out an electric razor and shaved all the hair off from his bottom and privates because babies who wear nappies all the time do not have hair down there.
As she slipped one of his new terry nappies under him he was fully erect for the first time in this situation, having said that it looked more like a stubby little crayon and would never satisfy a woman. She smiled as she pulled the nappy up between his legs and pinned the sides. âThe best place for that is in a nappyâ she said âsomething as small as that is best used for your wetting, I have seen bigger on my five year old nephew.â Christopherâs erection died with a whimper.
Nurse Betty served him his normal medications and fed him a bottle instead of giving him his sippy cup. He thought this strange, but then life was always strange and he was way past caring anymore.
That night as Christopher lay in his cot he thought of Rowena and her soft breasts, her sweetness, her gentle caress and his filthy nappy. Immediately his erection returned and he rubbed the front of his nappies furiously, but with the thick soaker nappy swaddling his member he could hardly feel himself. He pulled at the poppers on his onesie and managed to gain access to his nappies. In no time at all he had his hand inside his plastic pants and was rubbing himself against the bunny soft terry. The smell of baby powder, nappy rash cream and the aroma of his nappy bucket all came together as thoughts of Rowena and her warmth all linked to send him again in to a state of euphoria.
In no time at all the sedatives kicked in and Christopher felt himself dropping into the abyss of a deep slumber. He had not been asleep for more than a few minutes when he wet himself. Around about seven in the morning as he was still asleep he soiled himself and never stirred; luxuriating in the warmth that surrounded him whie suc-king contentedly on his dummy.
Nurse Betty had to wake him up the next morning and was pleased that he had fully used his nappy in his sleep. She cleaned him up as usual and then took out a box of plastic parts which she assembled just out of his sight. He felt a plastic ring being slipped around his pen-is and scrotum, the circle was completed with two parts that sandwiched the gap in the ring and left three pins standing proud. She then slipped his member in to a plastic tube that she thad lubricated with baby oil then located this part on the three pins and sealed it shut with a small padlock. âThat is you sortedâ she chuckled âno more spurties in your nappies, because your winkie will only be used for wetting like a good babyâ.
Christopher put his hand down on the front of his fluffy nappy and was rewarded with his erection being painfuly squeezed in the plastic tube. Nurse Betty did not stop him when he put his hand inside his nappy and tried to pull it off. The little padlock clinked against the plastic cage, but it was never coming off unless he cut off his balls. He tugged and pulled to no avail and finally removed his hand from his nappy. Nanny pulled on his plastic pants and finished dressing him.
So it was that Christopher was returned to nappies and within a few weeks had lost all control. He knew when he had to do a poo but it was normally too late to do anything about it because it seemed to happen so quickly. He wet his nappy without really knowing when he had been - until it felt cold and wet. He now had a new uniform that consisted of a pink gingham dress with a white tabard, a large plastic backed terry bit with matching pink gingham edging, a large terry nappy, plastic pants and a pair of white panties with huge pink ruffles across the seat. On his feet he now wore white woollen booties with pink ribbons to fasten them that had soft leather soles. All his drinks were out of a bottle and they gave him a new set of dummies that had a faceplate that completely covered his mouth and had a NUK 6 sized teat. It was impossible for him not to dribble when he suc-ked his dummy.
Conclusion
Christopher passed all his exams with flying colours
His mother came to see him and he was summoned to Miss Primmâs office the moment she arrived. It was a cold winterâs day and Chrissie had been playing outside in the sweet fluffy matinee jacket he had knitted, on his head he had a matching bonnet highlighted with pink ribbons and faux fur. He waddled in as warm as toast with the pink ruffles on his rhumba panties peeking out from beneath his dress. Nurse had taken off his pink rubber boots and put his indoor footwear on his feet.
He almost fell into his mother as his booties slipped on the wooden floor. His large pink dummy flew out of his mouth and landed in her lap covered in his slobber. She put it back in his mouth and noticed how eagerly he took it back. She smoothed down his bib that had flapped up when he tripped and was surprised that it was so damp. She just looked at him with her mouth open and her eyes wide. She touched the edge of his gingham dress, stroked his matinee jacked and patted his bottom. She slipped a finger under the leg band of his plastic pants to feel the nappy beneath and was pleased to feel it was wet. She turned him round, lifted his dress and pulled back his nappy to look at his behind; she was astounded to see that he had lightly soiled himself and the shame was between his cheeks.
Miss Primm answered the questions that Anne was about to ask. âChrissie is now completely dependent on his nappies and uses them all the time without really knowing if he has wet or soiled himself. He is so used to being wet or dirty that he does not bother to ask to be changed anymore because he knows that one of the nurses will change him eventually. I doubt that his nappy is ever clean for more than a few hours each day just like a babyâ.
Agnes continued âChrissie is an excellent student despite his new disabilities and has made friends with a number of the girls, particularly Rosemary who seems to have quite a crush on him and has looked after him from the day he arrived. The question is this. What do you want us to do with Chrissie next? â
Christopher looked alarmed and wet himself as he sat on the floor at his motherâs feet cuddling up to her leg. He wondered what else could be done to him, they had already turned him into a nappy dependent sissy.
There was a knock at the door.
âNurse Betty!â welcomed Miss Primm âyou have met Mrs Greenburg I think, Chrissieâs mother? She has come in to see how Chrissie is getting on.â
âHe is doing very well Mrs Greenburg, he is a very well-adjusted young man and since he decided that he wanted to go back in nappies he has really settled down and is no trouble at all; althoughâ she paused for a second âalthough he did develop a naughty habit of doing his âspurtiesâ in them.â
Anne looked completely perplexed âSpurties?â
Miss Primm answered immediately âIt is term we use with the girls just learning about biology to describe masturbation and ejaculation. Chrissie developed a fixation between his sexual fantasies and his soft terry nappies. It often happens in boys and sometimes it happens to the girls as well. Chrissie formed such a strong bond with the caress of his nappies that it emerged as a fetishâ.
âWe solved it with the CB 6000Sâ announced Betty âa chastity device that stops the wearer from getting an erection. Chrissie has been wearing his for a few weeks now and hardly knows he is wearing it. Over time the number of arousals will decrease and his little willy will only be good for wetting his nappy, in fact in time his little noodle is likely to decrease even further in size, not that it is much to boast about anywayâ she laughed.
Miss Primm picked up the explanation âit has also been shown that with careful direction we can make the act of wetting and soiling his nappy as pleasurable as making âspurtiesâ. It takes a few weeks but it is perfectly painlessâ.
Anne reached down into Chrissieâs nappies and despite the warm wetness found the cage surrounding his pen-is. She smiled as Chrissie wriggled while she tugged at the device. âSo what does it involve?â asked Anne
Miss Primm gestured to Nurse Betty âI think Chrissie might need a clean nappyâ.
Nurse Betty took Chrissie by the hand and led him out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her.
Miss Primm waited a second before continuing. âWe play him subliminal messages in his sleep and at the same time stimulate his prostate every time he wets or soils himself. This leads to him forming an association between pleasure and orgasm. He already is in love with his protection, now we add to that, and make him love what he does in his nappy. In time we will be able to dispense with the chastity device because he will get just as much pleasure out of wetting and soiling himself.
âThis cannot beâ said Anne in disbelief
âHave you ever watched a toddler going in his nappy Anne? Have you ever seen the expression on their face? Have you ever wondered why it takes so long to potty train boys in particular? It is because they love wearing nappies, they love the feel of wetting and especially the act of doing a poo. They often hate to be changed. Mothers tell them it smells horrible that it is dirty, that it is not nice, but actually the animal kingdom is attracted to the smell, the best perfumes have musk, civet and other shitty smells as their base. In secret we love the odour but have been brainwashed to think otherwise.â
Miss Primm looked at Anne âWe will finish him off before the Christmas holidays and then he will be all yours!â she said clearly proud of her success. âYou can take him home with all his paraphernalia, nappies, dummies, bibs, and all that he now needs to have every dayâ.
âBut I donât want all thatâ said Anne âI donât want a full time baby back in my life, it will mean an end to my social life and everythingâ.
âIn that caseâ continued Miss Primm âit looks like Chrissie has won then, he has had the very last laugh. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it and no way back for him. Letâs just call it THE REVENGE OF THE WET NAPPY.â
[Concluded]
It will be a long time coming but the next chapter will be
"Christmas with Miss Primm"
Please watch out for the next thrilling installment!