He was led to a pink front door, which was opened by an older woman dressed in a pink nurse uniform.
âHello girls, another baby for me to seeâ
Stuart jumped, they had promised not to tell anyone but she knew all about his babying. He was led to an upstairs room that was set up as another baby nursery only this one was all in pink.
âInto the playpen baby, quick quick, nanny hasnât got all day.â
He stood stunned, but a sharp swat on his behind jolted him into action. He climbed in and sat down. Jackie leaned over the edge and stripped him down to his baby pants, nappy and t-shirt, just in case youâre thinking of trying to run away from Nanny. He looked at Nanny, concern all over his face.
âOh donât worry baby, Nanny has lots of nice baby clothes to dress you in. I think youâll have a wonderful time todayâ
With that all five left the room. He was now sitting in a complete strangers house wearing a soaked nappy and confined to a babies playpen. Could this get any worse? As if in answer a loud rumble emanated from deep in his bowels. He heard the 5 women talking downstairs obviously having some tea and biscuits. He spent the next hour listening to the muffled talking and laughing down stairs when he was suddenly hit by one of those cramps in his bowels. He controlled it, but only minutes later a second hit. Each following cramp came quicker and stronger until he could hold it no longer and lay back as he started to load his nappy. He found himself straining to empty his bowels in order to stop the cramping. He pulled his knees back and wide apart as the hot pasty mush filled his nappy and started to work his way up between his legs. When he was done beads of sweat had formed on his brow and he was breathing heavily. His bladder let go again and he lay there while he recovered. Suddenly he heard foot steps outside the door. He sat up quickly, spreading the mush even further up onto his balls.
Nanny came in and sniffed the air. She looked at him and sighed.
âWell, I guess I can see why the girls have put you in nappies, no real grown up would mess himself and just sit there. Still, at least I will now be able to dress you appropriately for the sissy nurseryâ
He wasnât quite sure what she meant, but could guess he wouldnât like it. She helped him out and grabbing the back of his nappy massaged it against his bottom.
âMy goodness, you must have a weeks worth in the, no wonder you couldnât hold it. Never mind, up onto the changing table with you.â
He did as he was told and Nanny stripped off his shirt and panties, and then started on his nappy. As the pulled the front away his erection sprung up like a catapult.
âWell, this gets better, you obviously enjoy being in wet and messy nappies. I can see the girls will have their hands full looking after you. Now I understand the girls reward baby when he shows his bottom is working properly. Well so does Nanny, but I prefer my babies to always have some moisture in the nappies to remind them of why they wear them. So weâll wait until you all clean and dressed before sorting you outâ
She dropped the soiled nappy in the nappy pail and cleaned him up with some baby wipes.
âRight baby face, itâs time to dress baby up in his special clothing. Iâm going to blind fold you, so you can revel in the touch and feel of being dressed as a baby. Iâm sure youâll find it far more enjoyableâ
She folded a double terry nappy and lined it as usual and, after powdering him, she pinned it in place. The feeling of the nappy as it encased his groin was very strange, with no sight his sense of touch seemed far more sensitive. He felt the plastic pants being pulled up his legs and tidied over the nappy. Then a second pair, this was unusual but what could he do. Socks and booties followed before she sat him up. He could feel the soft baby pants tickling his inner thigh, but it felt different, softer and not plastic, but maybe it was how it always felt he just never really paid that much attention to it. Next a soft thin vest was popped over his head. At least it was worn like a vest, but felt much bigger and heavier at the bottom. It touched the top of his thighs and had a similar float feel as his baby pants. A second top was also pulled over his head and as his arms were fed into the short sleeves he felt the elastic of the cuff slid up his arm and fit just before his elbow. There it was again, the soft tickly material. Finally a bonnet and mittens finished the outfit.
âNow I want you to let me lead you downstairs, tread carefully and Iâll guide you. I wouldnât want you to fall and then have to take you to hospital dressed like thatâ
They went down the stairs and he was then helped into a raised box or something. The base was soft and padded and had a silky cover. He then felt a harness being fitted around his chest and then he was pulled back slightly as it was clipped to what ever he was sitting in. When the blindfold was removed he yelped in horror. She had dressed him in a frilly baby girlâs outfit. It was yellow gingham trimmed with Broidery Anglais lace. The second pair of panties were a frilly pair with lace around the leg holes as well. He was sitting in a large pink pram and a pink leather baby harness stopped him from escaping.
âYou look much sweeter than in those horrid boy clothes. Now Nanny has a sweet baby girl to play with. However, there is one part of your pathetic manhood still remaining, and we are going to remedy this now. You remember how I told you that I would reward your dirty nappy once I had changed you. Well, actually, you are going to reward yourself. Yes I want you to play with your baby winky until you make messes in your nappy and I will video the whole thing so that I can enjoy the sight of an 18 year old boy dressed as a ickle baby girl, jerking himself off into his nappy. Here, Iâll start you offâ
With that she began to rub the front of his frilly pants, and he was soon erect. Why he didnât know as he was still reeling over the situation he was in. He looked at her and didnât move.
âNo, I wont do it, you women have humiliated me enough and Iâm not going to take anymoreâ
âWell baby, either you do it in here and then we spend the afternoon playing in the front room, or sulky baby gets wheeled in to the back garden until the fresh air calms him down and he can do it out there. But if you go outside you wonât come back in until youâve made Nanny happy againâ
âI donât believe you, you wouldnât dare, the neighbours will find out what a strange women you are. Dressing men up as babies for you pleasure, you canât make me and Iâm not going toâ
âWeâll see, I guess youâd prefer to play outside, well that suits me because my neighbours know all about my little nursery. You see they both provide special services to pathetic weak men as well. Maybe Iâll take you to see Rosieâs dungeon sometime.â
With that she started to wheel him towards the back door.
âNO stop, alright Iâll do it, just stop. Please donât take me outside like this, no stop, STOPâ
He was in tears as the last words came out, and as he panicked he wet his nappy. She wheeled him out into the day light and turned him to face the house.
âNow Iâm going inside, so youâll have to call me when you change you mind.â
She turned and left him there. He wrestled with the harness, but was unable to free himself. Suddenly he heard voices on the path running between the two houses. He was about 15 feet from the path, but was angled towards it so anyone walking down it could easily see him.
âLook mummy, a baby in her pramâ
âOh yes, how sweet, here, let me lift you up so you can see inâ
The woman lifted her young daughter up to give her a better view.
âHangonâ said the child âthatâs not a baby, itâs a man dressed as one. Why is he dressed like that, has he got a nappy on as well. I thought only little babies wore nappiesâ
âWell sweetie, I guess some babies never grow up and have to wear nappies all of their lives. Come on lets leave her alone, she probably wants a napâ
He was bright red and knew he had only one route out. He called to nanny quietly as he didnât want anyone else to hear. She didnât come so he called again a bit louder. After several more attempts without luck his frustration gave way and he cried out âNANNYâ in a waily voice.
She finally arrived, video camera in hand.
âWell, is baby ready to follow Nannyâs ordersâ
âYes nanny, I just want to get insideâ
âGood, the camera is running so you may start when ever you likeâ
He pulled up his dress a little and pushed his mittened hand down between his frilly panties and the plastic baby pants and began to rub. It took a little while but he managed to get his erection back and closed his eyes as he lay back. As he worked he could hear nanny making comments such as
âOh, baby loves to make messes in his sissy baby nappyâ and âI bet youâre the only boy at college who needs his sissy baby girl outfit and his thick nappies on before he can make big baby messesâ
Finally he let out a long moan as his p-nis sent squirt after squirt of warm creamy liquid into the wet nappy. Nanny pulled the frilly panties down and could easily make out the fact that his nappy was wet. Still filming she said
âI see baby had to wet his nappy before he got turned on enough to make special messes, well not to worry, thatâs what theyâre forâ
As she finished he heard several people clapping. His eyes snapped open.
âAmazing Nanny, I donât know where you find them, theyâll do anything for you wonât they. Pathetic little creaturesâ
It was her neighbours, they grinned at him and saying good bye returned to their own houses. Nanny pulled up his frillies again and wheeled him into the front room. She connected the camera to the video player and let him watch his infantile act. He was gob smacked, no one would believe that he had been forced to do that, they would all believe exactly what the neighbours had, that he had done it for his own pleasure.
âNow I think itâs time for a bottle of lunch, milkies and then your afternoon nap.â
She loosened the reins so he could sit up and stuffed two cushions behind him before tightening the reins again. Thus he was reclined at about 45 degrees. Then she pushed him into the kitchen where large bowl of something and a couple of baby bottles full of milk were waiting. She tied a frilly bib around his neck and began to feed him the slop. Once again it had been heavily laced with bulk fibre to ensure his continued messing. She had also added some castor oil to aid in increasing the urgency of his BM. The taste was not good and after the fifth spoon full he turned his head away.
âI donât want anymore nanny, it taste nastyâ
âUnless you want to spend the afternoon outside in your playpen I suggest you finish every last ounceâ
He looked at her, he knew she meant it and she may ask him to do something else embarrassing in front of the video. He opened his mouth and allowed another spoon full of the yucky paste to be pushed in. A tickle in his nose suddenly caused him to sneeze. The contents of his mouth flew out and his hand jerked and knocked the bowl out of Nannyâs hand landing with a splat on the floor. He looked at Nanny, she was covered in baby food and looked very angry.
âWell, I see youâve dreamt up a little rouse to avoid eating your lunch, well it wonât work. And just for that I think youâll get a good hard spanking as punishment for making Nanny all messyâ
With that she collected a spatula from a draw and started to scoop up the baby food off the lino and into the bowl again. When she had collected up all of the spilt food she handed him the bowl and spoon.
âBut it was an accident nanny, I couldnât help it, reallyâ
âA likely story. Now Iâm going up stairs to clean myself up and that lot had better be finished when I get back or weâll pay a visit to Rosieâs dungeon and she can punish you properlyâ
She left the room, and he just stared at the bowl.
âI wonât be long baby so hurry upâ
He jumped and started to bolt the food down. This method actually helped avoid him having to taste it too much but it was still unpleasant. As he heard her coming down the stairs he just managed to finish the last mouthful. When she came in she took the bowl saying âThatâs betterâ Now drink your milkies, Nanny has to get your fresh nappy ready.