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[sarahpenguin]

He really needs some fun perhaps his mother could invite some of friends round for a playdate. If it is warm he doesn't need p[ants they slow down diaper checks anyhow :)

[antonia]

Chapter 13

“We need to talk about school?” asked Adrian

“Yes, you go back in a week’s time, but it is going to be awkward given your current situation, what with needing to wear a nappy and things.”

Adrian was crushed by the thought that had never occurred to him – how could he go to school in his current state? He was dribbling pee the whole time and now this awful thought caused a sudden release of what was left in his bladder. Even without the physical condition he was in, he had just wet himself.

“In order to help you, we have decided to get you a governess who will take care of your educational needs and to give you the cramming and tutoring that you so desperately need. I had already made the decision that your rotten grades at school needed special attention and now, instead of having to study at night, you can do it during the day.”

“I know that you will need to be looked after for your new problem, and trust me Adrian, I am really very sorry for your condition. I have a friend (who is a nurse) who works as a carer and a nanny, she has a young baby and has had to give up full time work, but she has said that looking after you during the day and being able to bring her baby as well would make this an ideal position.” Said his aunt.

“I don’t want a nanny and I don’t want a governess either” retorted Adrian, his spluttering causing him to dribble and drool onto his bib.

“Then you will have to go to school in nappies” explained his mother “what else can we do with you?”

“I could just stay at home” he said without conviction

“Who would change you?” asked Sandra

“I could do it myself” he said weakly

“No, you couldn’t, it has to be done properly and you need to be monitored for any deterioration in your medical condition. It means that a nurse is ideal and being a nanny as well means perfectly applied nappies with less risk of getting a rash.”

They finished off lunch with little more being said, Adrian was in a mood and after his lunch was excused from the table and allowed to go and watch the television. He was in such a state that he never realised that he was still wearing his grubby bib while he lounged on the couch in his wet nappy. He had taken his dummy with him and was happily suc-king it while he watched a film.

Sophie went out after lunch for some shopping and returned an hour or so later.

His aunt came in with various toiletries and put a bath towel on the floor, while his mother came in carrying a clean nappy and a new pair of plastic pants. She also had a plastic bag that contained her shopping. Adrian was feeling uncomfortable because the wet nappy was cold and clammy against his skin.

“Oh, that’s not good” exclaimed his aunt “he is starting to get nappy rash already. I guess he is not used to the bacterial flora like a baby would be. We must start being a lot more careful and protect his skin heavily with zinc and castor oil cream”. She said cleaning him with baby wipes and working then into every nook and cranny. She then took a generous dollop of the thick greasy white cream and worked it all over his naked little stick and around his bottom. Finally, she opened the container of baby talc and bombed his body with an avalanche of the powder. For a brief moment Adrian thought that he was going to have the embarrassment of an erection, but the thought of his situation quickly quelled that feeling.

“Sophie, this situation does not seem to be getting any better. Look, he is dribbling more than ever, the talc is really showing how bad the leak has become.” His aunt said handling his limp member. They slid a new nappy under him and secured it with the pins before pulling up a large pair of baby pants. His mother sat him up and removed his t-shirt (working it past his bib) then replaced it with a long vest that came down over his plastic pants. She pulled his bib through and smoothed it at the front

“Lift up” she said pulling the long edge at his back between his legs and then pressing the snaps together with distinct ‘clicks’ to the front of the garment.

The plastic pants peeked out through the leg holes and between the gaps of the snaps. The pristine white nappy could be seen beneath the protective plastic.

“Mum! This is a baby gro. I have seen Dad’s kids wear these. I don’t want to be in this stuff.”
“Wait a minute buster! I haven’t finished yet. I got you some shorts so all you can see is a vest.” Said his mother pulling a pair of blue terry shorts over the bulge of his nappy. “There! Now your nappy will be held in place and not fall down”.

Adrian continued to complain through his dummy. He fumbled behind his neck to undo the ties of his bib. His aunt slapped his hands away and tried to prise open the tight knot with the point of some scissors. The delicate operation helped to quieten Adrian, as his mother fussed with his shorts and poked glimpses of nappy back into his vest.

Eventually the dirty bib was removed and his mother reached into the bag and retrieved a coloured ribbon that had a broch that was a model of a train at one end and a Velcro fastening at the other. “It is for your dummy sweetheart”. She pinned the train onto his shirt and then attached the fastener to the ring on his dummy. “There, now you will never lose it”.

Adrian could not believe how bad things had become; his life was in bits. He had a sissy phone that had none of his friends’ numbers on it. His bedroom was fully of nappies and other baby stuff. He was going to have his own nanny and a governess. He looked like a complete dork.

[Baby Mac]

I wish these were longer but grateful your still writing this fiction i hope they break him down even more!

[antonia]

The story chapters are short because hopefully quality rather than quantity!

Chapter 14

The next day started with a very wet nappy and a complete change. A delivery van pulled up early in the morning to deliver a piece of furniture. He was wearing a pair of yellow dungarees over a new vest. There were snaps between his legs on the trousers as well, to allow easy access to his nappies.

They were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. There was a large cardboard box in the kitchen.

A large imposing woman came in. She must have been six foot tall and was athletic in her stature. At age 56 she was well-experienced in looking after the education of children from the earliest age up to university entrance. Her track record was exemplary and her methods often extreme, because failure in her task was never an option she could tolerate.

“This is Mrs. Grimshaw your new governess Adrian” introduced his mother.

“Hello Master Adrian. How nice to meet you. I am sure we are going to become very well acquainted as we explore and search for knowledge together.”

Adrian said “Hewwo!” his dummy getting in the way of his speech.

“Isn’t he a bit old to be suc-king a dummy?” asked Mrs Grimshaw

“He is fighting nicotine addiction” explained Sandra. Agnes Grimshaw nodded in appreciation of the information.

“and the bib is because…?” continued Mrs Grimshaw

“He is a sloppy eater and needs to wear one now, to look after his clothes” explained Sophie

“I see the specified desk arrived,” said Agnes

“Yes, it came an hour ago” confirmed Sophie

“Adrian, you unpack your desk for me please” ordered Agnes

As Adrian stood up Agnes exclaimed “Is he still in nappies?”

“He has a medical problem right now, that has led to his incontinence” confirmed Sandra

“I don’t change nappies,” said Agnes

“No, we wouldn’t expect you to either Mrs Grimshaw! We have a nanny to do that”.

Adrian tore off the packing tape and removed the cardboard to reveal a very sturdy desk with a folding writing top. The chair stood on a wooden plinth that seemed to be on castors and had a wire coming from its base. Alarmingly, it had a set of straps to confine the occupant.

Mrs Grimshaw lifted the writing top out of the way and invited Adrian to sit in the seat. She fastened the restraints by pulling the centre strap between his legs and fastening it to the two shoulder straps. She tugged the two adjusters at the front and Adrian could hardly move an inch. He was as secure as a pilot in a fighter aircraft. She swung the top back over his head and it locked with a solid clunk. Adrian tested it by trying to raise it, but it was solidly locked down.

“This ensures total concentration and removes any excuse to leave the point of learning for any reason.” Demonstrated Mrs Grimshaw. “Now this allows me to raise the desk so that the student is at the right height for me to face him and for him to be at the best level for viewing the computer screen or whatever I have to show him. She pushed a button on a separate keypad and the chair started to rise. The ground beneath Adrian’s feet disappeared and his legs began to swing.

“Any problems with looking or listening, then we have one more piece of equipment. I wear this headset with a microphone and the student wears this special cap with built in earphones. It is thickly padded to insulate out any exterior noise”. She took what only could be described as a baby’s bonnet knitted in pale blue wool with thick padding over the ears and a thick knitted chin strap that had a large button to fix it on. In a minute Adrian was wearing his bonnet listening only to Mrs Grimshaw’s penetrating voice. He could hardly hear anything outside, but he could observe his mother and aunt grinning and he could lip read his aunt saying that he looked just like a baby in his highchair.

A tear ran down his face and was caught by the thick woollen strap. There he was strapped into a high chair, wearing a baby’s bonnet, with a bib round his neck, suc-king a dummy and sat in a thick nappy that was getting wetter by the minute. He wanted to die.

His misery was compounded when he heard Mrs Grimshaw say “It is lovely to meet you Mrs Hanson, so you are going to be Adrian’s nanny?”

Adrian tried to look behind him, but the harness was too restricting and the peak of his wooly bonnet was blinkering his view anyway. A beautiful face appeared in front of him. “And how are you?” the voice cooed. Adrian looked blank.

“He can’t hear you with his bonnet on dear” explained Mrs Grimshaw “it is so he has to concentrate on his studies. Adrian, Mrs Hanson asked you how you are?”

Adrian let out a number of profanities and Mrs Grimshaw pressed a button on the keypad and a sharp electric current went through the metal trim of his writing top. The boy went quiet immediately and let out a short shriek. Lesson one had been well learnt.

[Baby Mac]

Wow it looks like mrs Grimshaw is going to be fun i love her way of education. I hope she starts to mind control him and drive him insane playing nursey rhymes and Disney princess songs.

[antonia]

This is the last chapter for a bit. I try and write a few chapters ahead, but have been too busy to write recently

Chapter 15

“Speak up child” ordered Mrs Grimshaw though the earphones in his bonnet.

“I’m very well” spluttered Adrian through his dummy as more of his drooling dripped down onto his t-shirt.

“I’m very well who?” came the question

“I’m vewy well Mtheth Hanthon” he responded

“No” barked Mrs Grimshaw. Adrian looked puzzled.

“I’m vewy well Nanny?” he said cautiously. Everybody was smiling as he looked around peering through his bonnet at all who stood around him.

Gloria Hanson looked closely at Adrian and reached into her bag. “This will never do” she said tying a terry bib lined in pink ribbon with an applique of a little elephant in the corner around his neck. You can borrow one of my daughter’s dribbles bibs until I find out where yours are kept”. She said kindly stroking the side of his cheek with the back of her hand.

Adrian was starting to tear up again as a surge of wetting flooded into his nappy. Sometimes it leaked and when it didn’t, then it gave way under any sort of pressure. He felt as low as at any time in the whole of his life.

Mrs Grimshaw untied his bonnet and carefully packed it away in tissue lined box. She put her own headset on top and affixed the lid. “He is a bit of a cry baby, isn’t he?” she remarked “I haven’t had a big booby like this in quite a while. I do hope he isn’t going to grizzle all the time because it makes lessons so difficult”.
Gloria took pity on Adrian and said “it has all been a bit much for him these last two days. One minute he is a sixteen-year-old teenager playing on his Gameboy, watching horror movies and mixing with his friends, capable of making his own decisions, then in a day he is back in nappies, wearing a bib, suc-king on a dummy and made to sit in a highchair like a little toddler. You can understand how he must be feeling? By the looks of it, I think this little tyke is in need of a clean nappy as well.” She observed with the experience of many years as a nanny and nursery nurse.

Mrs Grimshaw pushed a button and the chair lowered to its original position and Adrian felt his feet touch the floor once again. She touched a fob on her bracelet to the centre of the harness clasp and the straps fell out of the hub releasing his shoulders. At the same time he could feel that the catch to the writing top had also been released and she carefully swung it over his head to leave him free to get down.

Adrian sat still waiting for the instruction that he could get down, but Gloria had already taken his hand and was pulling him up. “Come on” she prompted “you can show me where your Mummy keeps your clean nappies, sweetheart”. He felt like an absolute baby. “No need to be embarrassed that you cannot help wetting yourself. It is better to stay clean and dry, because staying in a wet nappy is going to lead to a bad case of nappy rash – and we don’t want that do we?” She prattled on as Adrian took her to his bedroom where the nappies both large and small were piled on his desk alongside the plastic baby pants in his size.

She picked up one of his new large nappies that his aunt had bought for him. “These are beautiful” she exclaimed “one of the softest and thickest quality nappies I have ever seen. These are like the old Harrington Gold Seal quality my mum used to buy. You are a very lucky boy. Where is your changing pad? Oh, you haven’t got one? I will get you one tomorrow from a special needs nurse I know, so no need to worry”. She shook out a bath towel onto his bed. “This will have to do. Now jump up”.

Adrian complied and lay back on the towel and pulled his knees up ready for a change, putting his arms up over his head like a well-trained toddler. She pulled off his terry shorts and parted the snaps on his baby grow to reveal his plastic pants and wet nappy. She quickly had him stripped, cleaned and pinned up in a new nappy with one of his baby nappies added as a booster and fitted the new plastic pants with speed and efficiency. His vest was refitted and snapped up and his terry shorts pulled up over his nappy and pants.

“What a good boy!” she praised “you and my baby Joanna are both very easy to change. You will meet her
tomorrow because she is going to come to work with me. Won’t that be fun? I can change you side by side. You’ll be able to share each other’s nappies won’t you?”

Adrian looked hurt and shocked “I’m not a baby you know. My aunt damaged my bladder and now it doesn’t work properly but it will get better. This is a temporary situation.” The dummy in his mouth made understanding him rather difficult but Gloria seemed to cope with him.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but why are you nursing on a dummy? You must admit that it is a very babyish thing to do, don’t you?” she asked softly

“My aunt caught me smoking and she hypnotised me to replace one oral habit with another. I haven’t wanted a cigarette but I now seem to be addicted to this bloody dummy”,

“Naughty!” said Gloria slapping his hand “I will not have bad language please”

“Sorry” he said

“Sorry who?” asked Gloria

“Sorry Nanny” he replied immediately

“That’s better” she said kindly, “now let’s get you downstairs to Mrs Grimshaw, who no doubt wants to start your lessons”.

He stood up from his bed, the thick nappy in combination with a booster made a very thick wedge between his legs and he walked with a decidedly wide-legged gait that gave him a bit of a waddle. He looked like a toddler that had just started to take its first steps.

Mrs Grimshaw had him buckled up and elevated in his desk as soon as he entered the kitchen. He suc-ked nervously on his dummy as she prepared him for his first lesson in history. She provided him with a new note book and told him to write his name on the cover in the top right-hand corner. The middle of the page was to have the title “HISTORY” written in his best hand writing. She watched him, then shaking her head she took the book and carefully erased his efforts with a large white gum rubber. She drew two parallel lines and told him to write the letters between her guidelines. She smiled as he produced a neat cover.

“Well done” she praised him “that is a very good start”. Adrian could not have agreed more. She was eager to teach him, he was eager to please her and very unused to any type of praise or appreciation. The lesson lasted one hour and, in that time, she taught Adrian how to take short notes and make salient points to help him remember what he had been taught. He had previously tried to write down his lessons verbatim and spent so much time writing that he never really listened to what the teacher had said. He engaged with her, asking questions and expressing opinions. He was like a new sponge soaking up everything she said.

It was eleven o’clock and time for a break.

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More in the new year! Happy Christmas!

[Baby Mac]

Happy Christmas to you too thanks for this new story i hope it gets more darker your my favourite writer on this site. You made the end of this year fun for me good luck with 2022.