Chapter 17
Adrian woke up the next day very wet. He had no recollection of wetting himself during the night and wrongly assumed it was because he was still leaking. His nappy felt hard, cold and clammy against his skin which had an unpleasant tingle developing. He wriggled about feeling like a baby and then had to pull himself back from such feelings because he knew he was a teenager.
He suc-ked on his dummy, wondering why he couldn’t hear anything except the looping nursery rhymes, then he realised he had on Mrs Grimshaw’s special bonnet. He started humming ‘three blind mice’ without realising what he was doing. He allowed the fluffy nappy he was cuddling to caress his face. The nappy that had been quite cold warmed up unexpectedly and he realised that he had wet himself without thinking.
Nanny brought her baby and the changing mat into his bedroom
“Hello Adrian, this is my baby Charlotte who is six month old. Charlotte this is Adrian who is 15” she said cheerfully “I am going to put her next to you on her changing mat. Can you look after her for me for a minute please? I just need to get her clean nappies and plastic panties.” Adrian nodded and studied the beautiful baby who was wearing a onesie that was unsnapped to reveal that she too was wearing a very wet nappy.
Nanny came back with another changing mat, this time a plastic padded mat that big enough to fit him. She had two nappies in her hand, one for Charlotte and another much larger one that was for him. In addition, she had two pairs of plastic pants for the two of them.
She placed both of them on their mats side by side and stripped them down to their nappies and pants which she managed to pull off in one and put in their respective nappy pails to sort out later. Then after a good wash with a damp flannel they were both put back into fresh clean fluffy nappies and plastic pants that were carefully replaced. Finally, they were both given pink dummies and dressed in pink onesies so that they looked like twins.
Downstairs she put Charlotte in her high chair and told Adrian to sit in his learning chair. “But I don’t eat in my high chair” he moaned “I have a proper chair to sit in for meals.” He looked around the table and quickly realised that there was not enough room for so many chairs and that his high chair was the only seat available for him.
Charlotte was put in a beautifully frilly pink bib bound in pink gingham ribbon with an applique teddy in the corner and Mummy’s Baby embroidered in the middle. He was thankful that his bib would be plain but was, for some reason that he could not explain, beginning to get anxious. He could not see his bib on the table, but he knew he needed to have it. Nanny noticed his concern and got up to get out his bib – Horror of horrors – what she took out of the drawer was not his white terry bib with the plain plastic backing, but a substantially modified protection. “I made it look pretty for you” explained Nanny “I edged it in the same pink gingham as Charlotte’s and look what I wrote for you”. “BIG BOY ADRIAN”
Adrian was horrified and was just about to kick off when Agnes, his mother, and aunt came in for their breakfast. “Oh, look at you!” exclaimed Sophie
How lovely” said Sandra “you are so spoilt Adrian”
Adrian was totally confused because a part of him was reassured that he had the safety of his bib around his neck, yet there remained a conflict of teenager versus baby. The feeling of warmth radiating down the front of his nappy and soaking in between his legs startled him, as clearly, he was no longer dribbling urine but was now wetting himself without knowing about it until he felt it happening.
“Nanny!” spoke out Agnes “you haven’t strapped him in to his chair properly,” she quickly took the straps and fixed the harness into the central clasp that held all the straps. It all clicked shut with mechanical efficiency and the green light in the central boss showed that it was secure. She tugged the straps to make sure they were firm. Adrian tried to move but was firmly held in his seat with barely an inch in which he could move.
Drinks were made and handed round. Adrian was shocked to see that his was in a baby’s bottle and not in his sippy cup. “Sorry but your cup is in the dishwasher, so I have put yours in a bottle for you” explained Nanny.
“I don’t want it” said Adrian “Why are you treating me like a baby?” he asked. The tears began to well in his eyes. Nanny took out his dummy and started to feed him his bottle which he took. She took the nappy from his hand and used it to wipe his tears. “There, there” she said. As the bottle slowly drained, so the pressure within Adrian began to manifest itself as this was the time that he would normally go to the loo to do a number 2.
“I’ve got to go” he said urgently “I’ve got to go really badly”. He felt the building pressure.
His mother and Aunt looked at him “Well go in your nappy darling,” said his mother.
“Yes, it’s alright to use your nappy that’s what its for silly boy” said Sandra
Something within Adrian cut in, he suddenly knew that it was right to use his nappy. More than that he knew that it would be fun to soil his nappies and do a poo. How many teenagers could go poo in a nappy? He was exceptional; because he knew he could, because somebody had told him so? He looked puzzled again and then picking up his dummy and putting it in his mouth he began his business.
The chair was holding him tight into the cushion, the nappies were pressed tight into his bottom. It was excruciating, the poo was fighting to come out but the nappies were tight against him to let the log force its way out. He pushed against his arm rests and lent forward into the tray and managed to find an inch or two. Slowly the log within him slowly started to force its way out of his body. He strained as hard as he could, his face turning redder and redder as he strained and grunted. He started to bounce up and down in the chair trying to gain some sort of momentum. The log went back and forth almost massaging his insides and to his horror he realised he was getting an erection. He had heard that babies (particularly boy babies) loved to soil their nappies because it gave a pleasurable feeling down there. He was writhing in a mixture of agony and absolute ecstasy. The more he bounced up and down, the greater his excitement, the more the bindings loosened their grip. He felt the log enter his nappy, maybe he was a little constipated but it felt solid as it eased its way into the waiting terry cloth. It felt amazing, he relished to act of soiling his nappy and felt his sissy stick spurt into the front of his nappy just as the log popped between his cheeks and felt reassuringly heavy in the folds of his towelling prison. He suc-ked his dummy so furiously that he was in danger of biting off the teat.
The table watched in amazement as Adrian sunk to the depths of his infantile act. He had soiled himself not like a toddler, but as an incontinent baby incapable of doing anything else. Despite having made his first stinky nappy, it did not smell that much, the excellent protection of his nappies and plastic pants had held in the aroma of his eliminations.
Adrian writhed in his high chair loving the feel of his prolific elimination in the seat of his nappy. He could feel it stick to his bottom, stick to his nappy and move about in his pants. Far from being ashamed, he was enjoying this act of infantile pleasure.
Nanny said “I had better change him”
“No let him sit in his dirty, smelly, wet nappies so he can appreciate what a baby he has become. Babies do not always get changed immediately and if Adrian wants to be a baby then he should get the full package and enjoy it!”
Adrian sat in a daze as another warm wave flowed out of him, radiating out to all sides of his nappies. A minute later and he felt another need to push, the straps being much looser allowed the second softer mush to push out of him without need to strain. He had no control, it just happened and this time the brainwashing did not work and he felt total shame and humiliation.
Adrian started to cry as he woke up from his awful dream to realise that here he was – a fifteen-year-old teenager – sat in a high chair, wearing baby clothes, a dirty bib round his neck, suc-king a dummy and back in nappies and plastic pants that he had just soiled like a little baby. He was worse than a toddler.
Charlotte looked at him, she too was suc-king her dummy, she too was fouling her nappies but she did it with silence and dignity. She did not know any better, it was expected of her. Adrian should have known better – his future was finished – he had matured to a special needs case.
CONCLUDED
This is not the end! I have another story that I want to get down on paper
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