Chance of a Lifetime

[DaraJaney]

“Nap time”, she announced cheerily.  He had no problem with that.  She took off his dress and accessories and produced a pink fleece sleeper.  He stepped into it and pushed his arms into the sleeves.  She buttoned it up as he realised that it was footed and his hands had ended up sliding into padded gloves at the end of the sleeves.



She helped him into his cot giving him a playful spank on his thickly nappied bottom as he climbed in.  He giggled.  She raised the side bars and they clicked into place.  She pulled the curtains and let him lie down with a cuddly teddy.  Denis lay back and suc-ked on his soother contentedly watching the carousel of cardboard cut-out animals slowly revolve around him and she left the room, closing the door.  Once again he had such an erection within the thick folds of his nappy.



He was not in the least bit sleepy but was happy to play along.  After a while he got up on his knees and looked around the darkened nursery again.  He was bored in the cot and would prefer to be in the play-pen with more interesting toys.



There was no clock around and it seemed like he was there for ages.  But he put it down to the lack of any distraction.  He tried to take hold of the bars of his cot.  It was difficult with the padded hands.  The bars wouldn’t budge.  He examined the ends and saw that the catch could be undone easily by turning a lever.  But it was flush with the frame and he found it was impossible to budge with his hands disabled.  It was obvious that he couldn’t get out of his cot.  So he just had to stay there until she decided to let him out.  That seemed to give him further arousal.



He started to feel the need to pee.  He waited until the need became more urgent before deciding that she might not come back in time.  He spat out the soother.  â€śMs Von Trapp!”  he called.  There was nothing.  He called several times.



Slowly he realised that he was going to wet his nappy.  He frantically tried to remove the side bars but it was hopeless.  He couldn’t remove his sleeper either, let alone get anywhere near his nappy.  He grasped the bars as the warm pee spread around his nappy.  He thought it would never stop and it seemed to completely saturate his nappy.



Funnily enough, within minutes she returned.  He looked up red-faced from his cot.  He thought she might be angry that he had actually wet his nappy.  She knew immediately.  â€śHas Babykins done something in his nappy?”  He nodded ashamedly.  â€śDon’t worry”, she said brightly, “it’s perfectly natural.  I’ll soon have you changed.”



So a slightly stunned Denis had his nappy and plastic pants changed and was soon back in his baby dress and playing in his pen.  Later he was bottle and spoon-fed his tea.  Shortly afterwards she changed him back into his sleeper and put him in the cot.



He reckoned it must only be about 7pm but she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead saying “nightie, night” and she left the room.  He sat back a little stunned by it all.  He realised that he was confined to the cot until morning and that his latest bottle would soon have its inevitable effect.  He had the consolation of a massive erection and settled down to work on that.



He woke about 6am which was not surprising as he was getting much too much sleep time.  He needed to do a poo.  He had wet his nappy during the night and that was one thing but he definitely did not want to poo in it.  There was no way she would be happy with that.



He tried the catch on the side bars desperately.  But there was nothing he could do.  He realised that it was unstoppable and went down on all fours.  There was a loud burst of flatulence before the gushing filled his nappy.



He stayed frozen there afraid what would happen if he moved at all.  Gradually he brought himself to lie on his side, the weight of the load in his nappy all too obvious.



He lay there in the smell until she same in at 8am.  He braced himself for a scolding.  She got the smell alright.  â€śAh!  Babykins has a little present!”  She had no problem removing his soiled nappy and cleaning him up for his nice fluffy clean one.



He felt thoroughly guilty sitting there dressed as a sissy baby girl using his nappy for everything.  But it was such a turn on that he couldn’t ask for it to stop.

[DaraJaney]

The next morning he sat in his high-chair in a yellow gingham baby dress with matching panties and bonnet, happily suc-king on his soother when his mother walked in.  It was hard to know who was the most stunned.



When Ms. Von Trapp explained that he had used his nappy his mother just stood there looking at him.  She clearly didn’t know what to say.  This was beyond anything she could comprehend.



But the upshot was that Denis remained in his nursery for a week, trying on a variety of baby dresses and otherwise happily enduring a routine of changes and feedings.



Then one day he was led downstairs and towards the front door.  He balked but when the door opened he saw that her car was pulled right up outside.  He was able to scamper into the back seat without being seen.  He lay low as she pulled out of the drive.



The car pulled up outside his own house.  His mother opened the door and he quickly scampered in.  She brought him to his bedroom.  When she opened the door he saw that it had been thoroughly converted to a nursery.  It had all of the features of Ms. Von Trapp’s and was suitably wallpapered and curtained in pretty patterns.



He looked around trying to see any remaining evidence that this was his old bedroom.  Meanwhile as he was distracted, his mother pulled padded mittens onto his hands and buckled them at the wrist.



She led him into his play-pen.  It was directly in front of a patio full length window and there were no curtains.  He heard the side of the pen click into place.  He heard a minor commotion outside.  It sounded like a gaggle of girls.  To his horror they appeared at the door.  â€śLook there’s the big baby!”  â€śHe’s definitely wearing a nappy!”  â€śLook at those pink tights and the bonnet!”



Denis turned around and went for the side bars of the pen.  He saw that it had a similar catch to his cot in the previous nursery.  He looked down at his mittened hands.  He put one mitten under his arms and tried to prise it off.  It was useless.  The girls continued laughing and taunting him but he was stuck there in full view.



His mother went over and opened the door.  Denis was horrified as the girls entered and surrounded his play-pen.  â€śDo you like my new baby Denise girls?”  They roared laughing.  Denis looked around the room.  His old wardrobe was gone.  In its place was an open rail on which hung half a dozen very frilly, very short baby dresses with matching bonnets draped over the hangers.



He had found the whole thing to be a real turn-on however.  He was not at all sure that he wanted to be kept full time in nappies and baby dresses in a fully furnished nursery but then the thought made his pen-is almost burst.  A little judicious rubbing managed to finish the job off.



The next time that he had his nappy changed his mother saw the effects though.  It was only then that she realised how this affected him.  She had a word with Ms. Von Trapp.



The following day when he was lying back having his nappy changed, he realised that something odd was up.  His mother placed a hard ring behind his testicles and closed it in place.  He looked down.  She manoeuvred a plastic tube over his pen-is and locked it to a small pin that was holding the ring in place.



Then she put a clean nappy on him, pulled up his plastic pants, tights and frilly panties and lowered his dress.  Denis got a look at himself in the mirror.  His pen-is started to harden which was the usual response.  However, it was prevented from enlarging by this plastic tube.  Denis took a good look at his frilly dress, bonnet, frilly panties and tights and once again his pen-is tried to enlarge but couldn’t.  He was unable to get the thrilling turn-on feeling that he had been getting.



His mother led him to his play-pen and shut him in.  He turned and clutched the bars.  He looked at his pretty baby dresses again.  Once more he could feel absolutely no turn on.  His Mum left the room.



Denis looked down at his mittens.  He looked at the catch on his pen.  He looked around his nursery.  There was little doubt that she wanted to keep him here as a baby for a long time and he had no choice whatsoever in that.  Now she had robbed him of the one thing that made it tolerable.  He could feel no arousal at all.  He was just a big sissy baby with the last trace of boy taken away.  And he was going to stay that way.