Chapter 2
A large box of plastic pants lined with thick terry towelling arrived within days along with the biggest pink potty that Doug (or Nanny) had ever seen. They were identical to the first stage nappy pants that would be used by a toddler in the first weeks of potty training but a size appropriate to a young teenager. Nanny unpacked them and stacked them in a huge pile next to the huge stack of terry nappies that were used by Charlotte during the day, moving her larger thicker night time nappies further along the shelf. The two piles of fluffy terry helped to disguise the new stack of protective wear. Twelve pairs of lined plastic pants now stood as tall as the stack of over twenty daytime nappies.
Also delivered was what Doug assumed to be some sort of yoga mat or agility mat, but was somewhat surprised when it was unrolled to see that is was covered in a babyish design with little teddies wearing nappies and was clearly designed for changing very large children.
“Let’s get started, trousers off, pants off, lie down, arms back behind your head and legs wide on the mat please,”ordered Nanny. Doug did as instructed and before he could utter a word he found himself being shaved with an electric razor until he was baby smooth. He was turned and manipulated until all signs of any hair had been totally erased. “Now you need to be protected from any rashes” said Nanny rubbing in a thick white cream that barely was absorbed into the skin leaving a thick white residue that was sticky and oily.
“Lift up” she commanded flapping out one of the new pairs of underwear as she pulled them up his legs and over his bottom. The towelling protection was soft and comfortable, it almost felt sensual as the soft vinyl rustled quietly but noticeably. “All done, upsydaisy, trousers on and tuck in your shirt”.
The trousers barely fit over his new protection and every move came with an associated rustling. He looked in the long mirror that Nanny used to check her immaculate uniform each morning and he could detect the padding about his loins. Charlotte who had been taking a nap in her cot chose the moment they had finished to awake from her slumbers. Nanny sprang into action and made for the baby. “Off you go Dougie” she chirped “when you need to go, you must ask me for your potty so we can practice your exercises, but you must leave it until the very last moment like your mother explained. Now I know it might be difficult in front of the others or in company, so you must ask me if you could have a ‘private word’ with me in the nursery. This is the way we can keep it all a secret.
The two girls, Charlotte in her high chair, Nanny and Doug all sat at the table for a lunch of cold meats and salad. Charlotte wore her pink bib with the little lamb on it and ate her chopped up meat and bread cut into narrow slices with her stubby little finger. She stopped at intervals to drink from her baby bottle which she preferred to use over her sippy cup. The twins were in mischievous mood and like most teenagers were eager to make mileage out of what they had seen.
“Doug seems to be looking a bit chubbier today” said Hannah. “he looks like he is wearing a nappy” exclaimed Gina. “Or perhaps he is back in training pants” giggled her twin sister. “I heard a definite crinkly noise when he sat down” said the other, reaching out a hand to probe the person sat next to her. “Oh my goodness! He is wearing a nappy, I can feel his plastic pants”.
Doug shot up in a state of shock.
Nanny immediately stepped in “Doug has a problem with is waterworks and is very brave to try and make it better with some exercises that your mother has instructed him to perform. Now sadly that will mean that he will have to wet himself a little bit, while he tries to strengthen his muscles. Now I think he is being very brave and you should not make fun of him please”.
The twins apologised, Doug who was blushing intensely sat down and everybody tried to ignore the crackling of his plastic pants.
By mid afternoon the pressure in Doug’s bladder had reached a crescendo and he was getting desperate and summoned Nanny to his aid. They went to the nursery as the twins played with their sister. Doug was writhing with the urgency and clutching himself in order to prevent any leaks. Nanny calmly unrolled his changing mat and positioned the enormous pink potty in the middle. Doug was becoming frantic and could already feel a warm dampness creeping into his new pants.
“Nanny, I’m starting to go”, he warned “I don’t think I can hold it very much longer”
“One more minute, then I will count three, two, one and you will release as I count one thousand, two thousand, stop and then you will clamp down. We will then pull down your pants and we will sit you on your potty and you can finish doing your wee wee.
Doug was almost crying as Nanny started her count down. On the words ‘one thousand’ he released and a flood poured into his underwear, hot, streaming it radiated out beneath his hand, ‘two thousand’ and he was in full stream, ‘stop’ and he tried with all his might to clamp down on the flow but it continued for another second or so before he managed to control it. Nanny brushed away his hands to reveal the front of his plastic pants showing the wet yellow towelling contained within. She pulled down his pants and slipped the potty under him as he squatted down. He had not fully shut down his release and as soon as his bottom hit the rim of the potty he finished off the performance. There was as much wetness in his pants as there was in the potty.
“Pull up your pants, I’ll change you shortly, but I need to measure how much you have saved for the potty so that we can see whether you are improving or getting worse as time goes on. Nanny measured the volume and emptied the potty down the toilet that was en suite to the nursery.
Doug felt the freshly wet towelling against his skin and couldn’t wait to wear a clean pair of training pants.
Suddenly there was a shout from downstairs followed by a cry from the baby. “Follow me!” shouted Nanny as Doug was forced to pull up his trousers and tuck in his shirt as they ran down the stairs. In the lounge the twins were comforting their sister who had stabbed her foot on one of her toys.
Nanny picked her up and immediately noticed that the shock of her little accident had cause her to soil her nappy which was usually quite a rare event these days. She comforted Charlotte patting her back and cuddling her to her breast where the crying slowly subsided into sniffles.
The twins turned their attention to Doug who was still trying to tuck his voluminous pants into his trousers and secure the zip on his fly. They could clearly see that not only were his pants wet but that the smell of his accident was also detectable. He looked so miserable that they decided to say nothing, it couldn’t be any fun being in his position.
Nanny seemed to be away for ages and when she returned, Charlotte was sweetly smelling of baby powder and luxuriating in a fresh, clean, fluffy, dry nappy. This was a long way from Doug who was stewing in his damp, smelly prison wrapped about him.
As Charlotte was being put in her play pen Doug had a sudden burst of rage and shouted out “what about me? You only care about HER, you never care about me. I am going to change myself because this is stupid and I am not doing it any more. He stamped his foot petulantly and Nanny was not impressed. The consequences of his outburst were not going to be liked…….
Note: A prequel to a previous story can be done!
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