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[Benjy]

This is a dark femdom story, Female on Male. It features severe humiliation and degradation. Please don't read if this is not your interest.

Toilet Training for Simon
　
The thick padded nappy felt heavy and uncomfortable and he looked up at Silvia.
"Please don't make me wear this?" His young wife sighed and picked his dirty underpants out of the linen basket. She turned them inside-out so he couldn't avoid the mess that he had left there.
"I'm sorry Darling, I've reached the end of my tether. Your four weeks holidays are not going to be spent in the Med. or down the pub, you will be at home, with me while we start with toilet training all over again... She pushed the soiled pants nearer his face. "That is the last pair of underpants that you will mess for a long time." Her firm voice brought a tear rolling down his cheek as Simon looked again at himself in the bedroom full-length mirror. The plastic pants fitted perfectly and even now, the strong elastic was biting securely, but uncomfortably into the tender skin around his thighs and waist. He wanted to rebel, rip them off but he knew Silvia would be furious if he acted against her wishes.
"But I look just like a baby," he wailed. His voice was getting emotional nowand his wife knew it wouldn't be long before he was in floods of tears. Silvia started getting angry then, placing her hands on her hips, causing Simon to step backwards, dumping himself on the bed. Contemptuously, she spoke down at him.
"Of course you look like a baby and soon you'll really feel like a baby and you'll stay that way until I decide that I want you to grow up to be an adult.."
"But surely," he exclaimed. "I don't need to wear nappies for..," he hesitated thinking of the most appropriate word. "..toilet training?"
"And why not?" She picked up the soiled pants and threw them in his direction. He flinched as they landed on his chest.
"I had tea with your Mother about six weeks ago and discussed this problem with her.." With surprise and anger, Simon interrupted her and sprang to his feet.
You didn't..?" With little effort Silvia pushed him back down on the mattress again, ignoring the interruption.
"And she told me that you were in nappies till you were seven years old. Is that true?"
Simon nodded meekly. "And after you were constantly wetting and soiling your underpants, is that true?" Again Simon nodded, this time not able to look
at her. He felt such a baby, lying on the bed in his ridiculous nappy while she scolded him for being so dirty. Subconsciously, he nervously started sucking on his index finger.
"Your poor Mother was in tears with guilt and was so apologetic for not telling me about your babyish habits before we were married." Silvia's voice rose. "And do you know why?"
Simon. staring upwards, shook his head.
"She was so fed up of washing your dirty pants that she wanted someone else to have the 'pleasure' for a change." her last words proved too much for her frail husband who burst into tears. Silvia mellowed and sat on the bed, pulling his hands away from his watery eyes.
"There, there Darling, calm down. After all, you have nothing to cry about, have you? I nearly left you but after having your Mother in tears, I changed my mind. It wouldn't have been very kind to send you back to her as one of my failures."
Simon eventually found his voice, "But why the nappies, I don't need to wear nappies." Silvia smiled down at his pathetic face.
"But you do, Darling. Your Mother feels that you enjoy wetting and pooping in your underpants because of all the attention that you get. And you know? I really agree with her. So it's logical that if you like to wet and poop in your underpants, then to have to wear nappies 24 hours a day might change your attitude and your habits."
"No! It won't!" He said hotly. "I won't use my nappy for that!"
"Oh! But you will!" Silvia laughed. "Darling, you don't understand. The nappies are not a precaution against 'accidents' or a substitute for your underpants. They are intended to be purely for, shall we say, education?"
"Eh?" Simon looked totally lost.
"You will wear them constantly and they won't come off it you want to use the loo. You will be peeing and pooping in them just like a little baby would." Silvia stopped to relish the look of shock on his face. She ran a motherly palm over his forehead. "But don't worry. I've got something to show you.." She stood. tugging him at the same time to his feet. Simon found himself being led in a daze into the spare room and he stared with amazement as four new strip lights flooded the room in a bright glare.
For a start, all the original furniture, including the carpet and curtains, had been stripped out and the walls and ceiling had been painted brilliant white while the carpet had been replaced with white floor tiles.
The new bed, was it fact, a hospital style cot with bars. The bedding was covered with a blue patterned nursery print. Adjacent to the bed was a clinical examination couch with a shelf underneath, the type used by gynecologists. Piles of thick fluffy nappies were stacked neatly on the shelf, along side several pairs of clean transparent waterproof pants. A smaller tray at the end of the couch held creams, powders, pins, and wipes. Simon was woken out of his shock by his wife gripping his arm.
"Here, try it for size.." He found himself being led lamely to the couch and being arranged in the horizontal position before a webbing strap was pulled across his chest and secured on one side. His bottom sat uncomfortably at the end of the table with his legs hanging over the edge.
"This is your changing table." Fresh tears welled up and his features collapsed with this latest humiliation. He felt such an infant, helpless and trapped on the rubber surface. Silvia managed to detach herself from his shameful display and continued coldly. "Stop crying now Simon, I haven't shown you everything yet."
He lay prone as she pointed out the Welsh Dresser, the top shelves, covered by glass doors, were filled with clinical and medical objects that he would rather not recognize. Silvia read the consternation in his eyes and opened the doors.
"Your mother said you used to like enemas? It was the only way she could keep your pants clean for those 'special' family occasions.. Was that true?"
"Oh my God! Mum told you that!!!"
Silvia grinned and waved her hand over the impressive range of rubber hoses and bladder catheters. There were drugs in all different forms and sterile wrapped syringes and needles. Simon shuddered as she playfully teased him with a 20 cc syringe.
"But you don't know how to use that stuff.." He whispered, totally horrified now.
"No.., But Alison does and she'll be coming in once a day to treat any ailments that babies suffer from now and then." Simon shuddered. Alison was their next door neighbor who worked as a Sister at the local hospital. Another problem: Alison had never liked him.
Silvia opened the bottom drawers, filled with several multi-colored garments."Your mother and I have been busy making you some specialist clothes to suit your new status in life."
"Mother?" He croaked with shock. Silvia laughed, waving a hand around the room.
"Of course your Mother. She helped me put together this room. In fact, she suggested that you did go back into nappies. Now over here.." Silvia walked over to the corner of the room where a wash basin used to stand.
"Recognize it?" He didn't and shook his head. "It's a sluice and will be used to rinse out your 'dirty' nappies." To empathize her words, she pulled the chain that hung down from the cistern. Simon stared as the water sloshed down, disappearing down the four inch waste pipe underneath. "It cost a lot of money, like the cot and the changing table. Now you see how serious I am."
On the floor under the sluice stood a covered pail with large letters printed on. Silvia followed his eyes and held the pail out in front of him. 'Simon's Dirty Nappies', the words shouted at him. He felt such a baby that he hung his head in shame. The elastic of his plastic pants was now beginning to itch and he scratched himself. Silvia slapped his hand.
"Stop that, Rule one, you are not allowed to touch your nappy and plastic pants at any time."
"But.."
"You are not allowed to put you hand inside your plastic pants or nappy at any time, and that includes at work," She said. He snapped his head upwards. His wife read the alarm on his face.
"Oh yes, I know all about your dirty habits. I know you used to masturbate at work, I found those stains on your knickers as well. That will stop from now on," She said forcefully. "In fact, life for you from now on, will never be quite the same." Her gentle smile did little to lift the heavy feeling of foreboding that was pressing down on him. He wanted to pee and looked up at her.
"I want to go to the toilet..." His words died off to a whisper when he realized how immovable she was. An index finger tapped the bulging plastic at his crotch.
"Another Rule," she continued. "No talking like an adult. Only baby talk and cries. I will be looking after you and I will decide when you need feeding, washing, or changing. I don't want you to say anything more from now on. Communicate like a baby would, do you understand?'
"But..Oww!" Another slap, this one across his thigh and much harder. The skin quickly reddened over.
"Another thing Baby, never mention the toilet again, it only makes me mad!" A gush of urine involuntary squirted out and was quickly absorbed by the thirsty nappy. He looked up guiltily at her impassive face and managed to squeeze the flow off but the ache had now intensified in his bladder.
"No talking, remember? If you want something, I want to see some real tears."
She wasn't to be disappointed. He stared straight ahead for a moment before a shallow groan sounded deep within him. As he exhaled, Silvia realized with elation that he was peeing in his nappy. Curiously, she covered the front of his plastic pants with her hand and felt the heat of the fresh urine spreading around in the terry material.
"Good Boy! You are a clever baby! I am so pleased that you have learnt so quickly how to do pee-pee in your nappy." She squeezed the sodden material, which now had turned yellow in colour, and Simon yelped as his cock was pinched between her fingers.
"I'm sorry Baby, Mummy didn't mean to be so rough.." She playfully patted the area better. "There! Relax now while I find you something to wear and then we will go downstairs for your next big surprise and some supper! How about that then?" Simon's eyes flooded over as she kissed his forehead before turning to the Dresser and rummaging around in the clothes drawer.
After acquainting himself with all the equipment in the nursery, the sight of the Adult sized High Chair in the kitchen was not such a surprise and Simon climbed in, the wet nappy feeling heavy between his legs. He looked down to see if it was leaking but the Blue toweled Romper suit that Silvia had dressed him in, showed no sign of staining. His wife hummed to herself while she fitted a harness around his chest and clipped the reins to steel eyes on the chair.
"So Baby doesn't fall out," Silvia explained. The urine had joined forces with the elastic and now the damp skin around his thighs was really aggravating him.
Oblivious to his 'Mummy's' presence, Simon started kneading the area with his fingers. Mummy noticed immediately and slammed her hand down on the feeding tray.
"Stop that!" Simon jumped with fright and started sucking his fingers. Silently Silvia left the room and ran upstairs, shortly to return with two pieces of thin plywood, approximately four inches by eighteen and what appeared to be extra thick oven mittens with trailing white webbing straps.
She pushed a baton under the sleeve of his romper suit until it reached his elbow and lay against the tips of his fingers. Then the mitten was fitted over his hand, which was locked in place by the webbing straps that were wound round the entire length of the forearm and glove. The operation was silently repeated on the other hand and Simon realized that he had lost total use of his fingers, hand and wrist. The stumpy appendages were totally useless and rendered his hands completely powerless. Silvia read his thoughts.
"Don't worry Baby, You don't really need your hands anymore because I'll be looking after you, just as if you were a tiny infant!" Simon wailed out loud as he slipped another notch into complete babyhood.
"Supper now?" Mummy dried his eyes with a towel before blowing on a spoon of hot pureed food. "It's your favorite, Bangers and Mash. Now open wide.." Simon calmed down as the food went down. Even though it was pureed, it was very tasty and when Mummy was scraping the bowl, she had managed to wipe the sulk off his face to be replaced by a smile. His good humor continued through the Chocolate Mouse and after while she held a large feeding cup of warmed milk to his lips.
"You are being such a good baby!" She rubbed his back and he brought up a little burp. "How would you like Mummy to change that nasty wet nappy?" Her words reminded him that he was wearing a wet nappy and his face crimsoned over. Silvia laughed at his awkwardness, helping him down from the high chair at the same time.
"Baby, in a few days time, having your wet and smelly nappy changed will be a real pleasure to look forward too. Now is no time to get all embarrassed and coy." Silently, he followed her up to the Nursery.
　
"To stop you falling off, Sometimes Dirty Babies play around on the changing table and get themselves into trouble." Mummy explained, as she tightened the restraining strap across his chest. Simon realized that a tumble was a possibility as both arms, trapped under the strap could feel the edges of the couch. But his legs were still dangling ponderously over the end, giving him an ache in the back.
Silvia, now covered by a protective white rubber apron and rubber gloves, rummaged around under the table and produced two strange looking steel objects with leather straps which slotted into each end corner of the changing table.
"They are stirrups," she said, reading the confusion in his face. "Soon you'll see what they are for.." Simon gritted his teeth as her fingers popped open the fasteners of his Romper suit at the crotch and down the side of each leg. When his legs had been removed, Mummy allowed the Romper Suit to fall down one side.
Simon was very conscious now that Mummy was looking at his exposed nappy! He really wished that he hadn't wet himself! Her rubber covered fingers felt cold as she gripped the elastic waistband of his waterproof pants and she slowly pulled them down and away, watching his face and reading his thoughts at the same time.
"What a dirty Baby!" She muttered, prodding the sodden terry at the same time. Simon nearly died of shame!!
"Now we can put your feet in the stirrups.." Mummy lifted each leg, making him pull his knees well into his chest, so she could slot each foot into the leather stirrup. He relaxed and found that the stirrups were now effectively supporting the weight of his legs and even though his thighs were stretched back and splayed humiliatingly wide open; he was considerably more comfortable. Silvia positioned herself at the end of the table and grinned down at her helpless husband.
"See how useful those stirrups are now?" She placed her hands on the insides of his knees and pushed outwards, spreading his legs even further. The wet nappy was feeling cold now and he felt so ashamed, especially with the strong ammoniac smell of urine wafting up in his direction. His Mummy seemed to ignore the smell, her rubber fingers getting to work again, this time deftly unfastening the safety pins that held his nappy together at each side of his hips. With horror, he realized that he was erecting under the nappy and any moment she would discover it!
"My! What have we got here!" Simon screwed his eyes up with shame as she pulled the wet nappy out from under his bottom and dropped it in the pail. Cold rubber wrapped itself round his shaft and it was pulled painfully backwards. Silvia playfully peered down the pee hole and pulled back the foreskin as far as she could.
"So this is the cause of all the trouble... Why Baby is it so hard?" Simon felt almost grateful that he didn't have to reply, in fact that he wasn't allowed to!
"I think that Baby Simon likes to wear nappies, isn't that true, Cherub?" Simon just pouted at her and looked upwards. "I think," she continued. "That Baby Simon likes to wet his napkin, is that true baby?"
The repetition of his sulks was beginning to irritate Silvia and fortunately Simon had the common sense to recognize the signs and the change in tone of her voice. He forced himself to look at her and nod his head in acknowledgement.
"Good baby! I think Baby Simon wants Mummy to play with his little winkle, doesn't he?" This time Simon didn't hesitate; he nodded his head vigorously. His orgasm wasn't far away and he could feel a small nucleus of pleasure building up deep within his groin. His heart sank as a gentle feminine smile was wiped away to be replaced by dark eyes and harsh words.
"But Poor Baby Simon isn't going to get that pleasure because he is still a dirty little panty pooper and nappy wetter!" She shouted caustically and at the same time, dug her fingernails firmly into his throbbing penis.
Simon screamed with pain and burst into tears.
　
Silvia wasn't surprised to find Simon's nappy totally saturated when she woke him the next morning. She had made him drink about three litres of milk just before he went to bed last night! But when she rolled down the cot side and tore back the duvet, she made a special point of rubbing in the humiliation.
"My God Baby! You really have made a mess!" The bottom sheet was soaking and Simon flushed a deep red with shame. The infant style sleeping suit was also totally sodden with urine and Simon appeared really miserable. It was obvious that he hadn't slept well for the shadows under his eyes were dark and lined.
"And to think that only yesterday you were still a grown up! Come on! Up you get and onto the changing table," she said sharply.
Silvia's voice goaded him into action and soon the sodden outer clothes had been stripped away leaving him shivering and helpless on the changing table dressed only in his nappies, the plastic pants having already been removed. Simon looked down at the livid red areas where the wet nappy had been rubbing against his flesh, mainly around where the sealing elastic of his waterproof pants kept their relentless, but ineffective grip on his skin. He was also well aware that his cock was rock hard under the sodden terry.
Silvia unpinned the wet nappy, roughly folded it and placed it over his face. Horrified, he started to panic as she pressed down with her hand. He didn't have time to worry about the smell, he was having trouble breathing and would have had a fit if Silvia had not relented and released the pressure. Simon spluttered and spat, his mouth tasted salty from the urine. The nappy however remained on his face even though he shook his head from side to side. His wife slapped him on his bottom. "Stop that! If I want the nappy removed, I'll take it off."
He lay there quietly while she cleaned him up with soap and water, being as gentle as she could where the nappy rash was most severe. She died off the damp skin with the softest towels that she had and then applied generous amounts of Zinc and Castor Oil cream. Silvia took her time, after all, their was no rush anymore as she was determined to establish her own lifestyle on the household from now on. She was enjoying the control that she wielded over her husband and it gave her a purpose in life. Look at him now, she mused. Naked and useless, with a pissy nappy over his face, surely he must feel like a baby? If Silvia could read his mind she would have been well satisfied with herself.
Her hubby was indeed feeling like a baby and beginning to enjoy being treated as one. The same thoughts were going through his mind as his dominant wife pinned on a fresh nappy. So, she had shamed him with this treatment, but he knew deep down that he really desired her to be strong and assertive.

[pampywamp]

cant wait till he needs #2s maybe his neighbour or mum will change him

[diapertime42]

Very good... Now I just have to figure out "Bangers and Mash"....

[deewet]

Very good topic! What a situation to be found in, your wife forcing you back to diapers. Considering the effort and expense involved, it will be a long while before things change back I would expect.
Will be exciting to see how the day to day events go from here.
Please keep this going, as it is soo exciting

[Fulldiaper]

Benjy,

I have enjoyed your writings about Simon and his nappy adventures for years. I do hope that you're not just reposting old stories, but are writing new adventures for us to enjoy.

Respectfully,

Fulldiaper Michael

[diaperpt]

Thanks for starting this story. I'm looking forward to more.

[stephykate]

Great start!!! Looking forward to seeing where this goes

[babybruce]

Brilliant story I can't wait for more. I love this theme. I will be checking daily for updates! PLeasee continue.

Thanks for hard work.

[babynicole]

please continue! great start!

[Benjy]

"Hello!" the cry came from down in the kitchen. Simon froze one the changing table, the sodden towelling over his face feeling very claustrophobic now.
"Alison!" shouted Silvia, "we are upstairs in the Nursery. Come on up." Simon felt his heart beating faster as Alison’s footsteps clattered in the hallway, followed by the gentle thuds as he nimbly climbed the carpeted stairs.
Both women started laughing as Alison entered the Nursery. Simon screwed up his eyes as Silvia pulled the sodden nappy off his face.
"Simon, say hello to Alison, or should I say ‘Sister’ as that is what you will be calling her from now on." Simon focused his eyes fearfully on the pretty brunette smiling down at him. She was wearing her hospital tunic as she would be shortly on her way off to work. Alison lightly ran two fingers across the top of his padded plastic pants.
"Finally, your long suffering wife has come to her senses and is now taking control of this relationship." Simon whimpered as she pressed down on the padded bulk between his legs, the compression feeling uncomfortable on his testicles. Silvia giggled.
"I told him that you would be taking care of his medical needs." Alison nodded and smiled.
"Has be moved his bowels yet?" She sniffed the air. "I can’t smell faeces."
"No," replied Siliva. "He normally visits the toilet after breakfast, but I am concerned he might resist willingly defecating in his nappies." Alison pulled two latex gloves from the box next to the changing table and made a show of snapping them on over a pale looking Simon.
"Simon?" queried Alison. "Are you going to resist, like your Mummy says you will?" Simon looked puzzled.
"Mummy?" Both women laughed.
"Of course Mummy!," Silvia said. "Your real Mother does not want the job any more. She will help out with your care, but I will be taking the role of ‘Mother’ now!"
Simon’s face screwed up with emotion. "Silvia, how can you treat me like this! He blubbed loudly. Fresh tears balled up in the corner of his eyes. Silvia’s face immediately darkened, she stamped her foot on the floor and slammed a hand down onto Simon’s nappy. He howled out, as pain burned across his groin.
"You will only address me as ‘Mummy’ now and I want only baby talk, do you understand?"
Simon nodded, terrified by her tone.
"Wonderful!" approved Alison. She opened the packet and peeled three suppositories from their shells. "Can you open up his nappy for me so that I can send these ‘little helpers’ up to their rightful home.." Helplessly, Simon lay there as his wife deftly stripped off his nappy and exposed his anus to Alison’s probing fingers. Simon felt cold lubricant being spread between his crack, before an invasive finger took him by surprise. He gasped.
"Oww!! That hurts!" He wailed. Alison laughed.
"I almost said don't be a baby, but that would be ridiculous! Wouldn't it?" She pushed further, ignoring further protests from the suffering Simon, before withdrawing her latex covered finger and examining it. Simon cringed with humiliation as she held the poop stained digit under his nose.
"Well, as your Nurse, I think I should start to move that out of your bottom, and into your nappy. Won't that be nice?" Silvia covered his testicles with her hand, her frown left no doubt that the question was to be answered correctly.
"Yes please Sister," Simon shivered as Alison stripped of the soiled glove and replaced it with a clean on. She held up the first suppository.
"This, along with his two companions, will melt inside your bottom and the chemical works by stimulating the nerve endings in the walls of the colon and rectum. This causes the muscles in the intestinal wall to contract more often and with increased force, you will move your bowels." Alison smiled at the look of horror on Simon's face. She pushed the first pessery up as far as she could with her middle finger, closely followed by the remaining two. As Silvia pinned up the nappy, Alison looked down at Simon, a mask of contempt painted on her face.
"I don't know why Silvia has stayed with you, but I promised to support her. Especially as she has chosen this path for you. I have always thought you were a weak and arrogant wimp, and when Silvia show'd me your shit-stained underpants, guess what? I wasn't at all surprised!" Silvia smiled at Simon's degradation, amused at her friend vented spleen. Simon shifted on the table as Silvia tidied the plastic pants around his thick terry nappy.
"When will those suppositories kick in?" Silvia asked.
"He might try and resist, but max. 30 minutes, he will fill his nappies." Alison smiled. "I don't know how long you intend to leave him wallowing in his own filth, but nappy rash will intensify with excrement. Nappy rash can be extremely painful and cause the sufferer great distress." Silvia smiled at Alison's torturous dialogue. "Yes, it will make his skin become sore and irritated wherever it is exposed to unprotected urine and faeces, resulting in inflamed pink, red spots or blotches. Extremely painful, a punishment fit for the crime,” she added as an afterthought.

[WBDaddy]

Very good... Now I just have to figure out "Bangers and Mash"....

Sausage and mashed potatoes - classic Irish pub fare.

[exhex]

Despite how common the basic plot of this story seems, it's amazing how fresh it can seem with some great writing and an actual sense of menace. I'm looking forward to more!

[Fulldiaper]

Excellent Benjy, please doo continue

[dldad]

I see lots of humiliation and filled nappys for him.

[kirababy]

nice start to what seems to be a very dark story - looking forward to more

[babynicole]

please continue

[Benjy]

Despite how common the basic plot of this story seems, it's amazing how fresh it can seem with some great writing and an actual sense of menace. I'm looking forward to more!

Please allow the story to continue at a regular, abeit. slow pace.. High level of work activity wont allow different.

[Benjy]

Benjy,

I have enjoyed your writings about Simon and his nappy adventures for years. I do hope that you're not just reposting old stories, but are writing new adventures for us to enjoy.

Respectfully,

Fulldiaper Michael

Thank you Michael,
As you stated, the text above relates to a story I did many, many years ago.. however the continuation and development of the story is exclusive to this forum. Enjoy.

[Benjy]

“Have you finished cleaning the bath yet?” Silvia asked, opening the bathroom door.
“Yes Mummy,” mumbled Simon through his dummy. As instructed, he was sitting on the closed toilet lid, waiting for Silvia to inspect his endeavors.
She waved a hand in front of her face. “Gosh, you stink, foul urchin!” Simon cringed under his wife’s degrading treatment. Shortly after Alison had left for work, the predictable bowel movement occurred, witnessed first hand by Silvia as he sat in his new highchair, eating breakfast. Now, two hours later, the sticky caustic contents of his terry nappy were etching painfully into his skin. Silvia glanced at the bath and noted that it now gleamed like new. She was pleasantly surprised.
“Good Job Darling Boy! You have earned that nappy change. Stand up.” Feeling strangely elated, Simon stood, while his wife popped open the studs at his crotch. He held his arms aloft as Silvia pulled off the Onsie. She took a moment to inspect the drooping nappy, clearly visible under the clear plastic pants. “Just look at yourself.” Silvia turned him in the direction of the full length bathroom mirror. His nappy was clearly stained under the plastic pants. “Aren’t you feeling sorry for yourself now? I mean, we could have been on holiday now, as husband and wife, enjoying ourselves.. and now, Baby Simon is having his toilet training all over again!” Simon’s face creased up with the latest humiliation, and tears sprung out of his screwed up eyes. Silvia rubbed them away with her thumbs. “There, there, Mummy make it all better. Taking his hand, she led him across the landing and into the Nursery. Without prompting, Simon climbed up onto the padded surface of the changing table and shivered as Silvia fastened his ankles into the stirrups and tightened the strap across his arms and chest, effectively making him immobile. She was enjoying herself immensely having such power over her husband. If only she’d known about his submissiveness when they had first met! Now she had plenty of catching up to do.
“Silvia, are you home?” Simon’s heart stopped in his chest! It was his Mother! She had let herself into the house. Silvia smiled down at Simon’s grief stricken face.
“Hi Doris, we are upstairs in the Nursery. Come on up.” She shouted. “I think your Mother is about to get a sense of Déjà vu, don’t you think?” Silvia whispered down at him. Doris entered the nursery and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise and shock.
“Simon! You have made a dreadful mess of yourself!” Simon wished the floor would open up and swallow him. He screwed up his eyes and turned away from his mother.
Silvia pulled on a pair of latex gloves.
“He is probably a bit bigger now than the last time you had him on the changing table,” smiled Silvia. Doris shook her head.
“Sadly, not so much,” she replied. “But I always dreamed of returning Simon to Nappies, but now it is a reality.” Doris watched her daughter in law un-snap Simon’s plastic pants and pull them away, leaving Simon only in his befouled nappy. Doris pulled a couple of tissues from the dispenser and dabbed at the tear streaks on Simon’s face. He opened his eyes and gazed up at his mother.
“Don’t cry, Sweetheart. I think we all know that this is what you truly need… and want?” His Mother’s question hung on the air as Silvia began the grim task of unpinning his nappy and wiping the bulk of the mess down onto itself. Simon cried out as the cloth rasped on his raw skin, but Silvia wasn’t thinking of Simon’s comfort at the moment. Simon wasn’t to be spared that humiliation as the large mirror on the ceiling forced him to absorb his own befoulment and suffering. But the humiliation from the dirty nappy change paled into insignificance as his penis reared up erect while he was being cleaned, and, with a will of its own, continued to swell in size until it was at full mast. Silvia appeared somewhat embarrassed by his state, but Doris broke the ice.
“Simon, even as a toddler would get an erection when I cleaned his bottom. I am quite used to it now.”
“Really?” Questioned Silvia. “I am positive that this soiling is a sexual thing. Part of his perverse nature.” Doris looked awkward. “What is it?” Silvia prompted.
“Well, when he was a late teenager..”
“Mother!!” Simon interrupted. “Don’t!!” Silvia glared his shrill interjection down. She raised a threatening hand to his terrified face.
“.. was having a clean nappy put on by me,” continued Doris. “I instructed him to masturbate himself otherwise I would never have got the nappy on. I used to watch, impatient to get on, but I never really appreciated that he ‘got off’ on me watching.” Silvia laughed as she dried off Simon’s clean bottom and dusted it generously with talc.
“Now that must have been fun to watch!” Silvia tickled Simon under the chin. “Will you masturbate for both of us now?” Doris looked uneasy, but just for a moment, then beamed out in approval.
It was all too much for Simon.
“No Mummy!” He wailed. “I don’t want too.. Not here!” His wife just smiled as she released his arm from the restraining strap and dropped his hand down onto his rigid penis.
“Darling Simon.” Silvia warned coldly. “Don’t cross me on this one.” Despite her cold threat, Simon frowned his defiance up at her. Silvia went to the sluice and retrieved the folded up soiled nappy. She held it an inch from his nose.
“This nappy gets tied onto your face for as long as it takes to do what you are told, and that’s a promise.” The overbearing foul smell of the threat hanging above him did the trick and he surrendered to her will.
“Quickly!” Silvia barked. “We haven’t got all day!” Simon increased in pace as his face screwed up in concentration. Silvia was amazed how quickly he dropped his shame and became 100% focused on his own pleasure. His frantic jerking lasted only a few seconds more before his loins erupted with powerful and copious squirts of hot semen covering his chest and face. Silvia looked up at Doris, who had a far away flushed expression on her face.
“I have never seen that before,” she whispered. “That boy was very stimulated.”
“Amazing what a soiled nappy change does for his drive,” Silvia said coyly. Using Baby Wipes, she cleaned the semen off him, and ignored his discomfort as his penis received the same hygienic standard, above and beneath the foreskin.
“Haven’t you got any Nappy Rash cream?” asked Doris, concerned. Silvia felt slightly guilty as she was attempting to pin up Simon’s clean terry nappy.
“Of course,” she sighed. “Silly me, so forgetful.” She looked up at Doris. “Would you finish him off while I prepare his lunch. Poor guy looks a bit de-hydrated.” Doris smiled, totally oblivious to Silvia’s implied threat.

[Fulldiaper]

Thank you so much Benjy. I am enjoying this.