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Tricked into Nappies Part 4. My ordeals at
It had seemed like i'd spent a whole day with
Jessie in her bedroom reading comics, but in reality it
was probably only a couple of hours. Time didn't seem to
move while I was there, I was enjoying myself so much.
And despite the fact that I could feel my huge nappy
pressing against me from all sides under my shorts, I
felt relaxed and happy.
Again, Jessie hadn't mentioned or asked me
about my nappies, or my baby regime, or amazingly if I
was really a boy! She must have noticed that I was
'Equipped' as a boy when I was exposed in front of her
the other day while Sandy was examining me. She must
have wondered why I was being treated in such a way, but
she never asked me. And I came to the conclusion that
Auntie Caroline must have spoken to her about me, or
maybe had asked her not to mention it. Whatever it was,
I took some comfort in the fact that she never quizzed
me about it, she just accepted me for who I was.
And this was the burgeoning question that I had
begun to ask myself... Who was I? Three and a half weeks
ago I was a boy called Todd, quiet, awkward, and shy. A
boy who only felt comfortable in his own company, a boy
who shunned away from friendship. A boy who lived in a
cold house emotionally, with parents who showed little
or no love towards me, work-a-holics, too busy in their
own lives to notice me.
And now here I was, thrust into a world so
different and extreme that looking back now it is
impossible to comprehend. Forced into a life of nappies
and baby clothes. Fed, dressed, bathed and cared for as
only a baby would know, 24 hours a day 7 days a week.
And now I was to be regularly breast fed and dressed as
a girl with early bedtimes and even a different name!
Todd had totally disappeared, and I had taken his place.
But strangely, as the days went by, I began to
have moments where I was becoming more comfortable with
my new life. I was very slowly beginning to accept my
new status, for I was being loved and cared for,
pampered and looked after. I was being nurtured and
allowed to play, and although I was subjected to huge
amounts of humiliation and shame, I was also treated
with kindness and compassion. And it felt nice.
But hidden under all the softness and all the
mothering was the real reason I was living as Tia... It
was all done with the express purpose of fulfilling the
machinations of a woman obsessed with me. A woman
totally convinced that I was her baby to be looked
after, and with the help of Sandy had manipulated and
tricked me into feeling like this was the real me, that
Todd had somehow been a lie, and that this was who I was
really meant to be. And slowly, inch by inch, minute by
minute, my mind was being turned, I was starting to
become the baby she craved for.
One of these moments took place while we were
reading our comics together that afternoon. I was
already subconsciously picking up various 'Baby
Mannerisms', I was sucking my thumb when I didn't have a
dummy, and had taken to cuddling a Teddy when I felt
relaxed, both of these things I was doing without
realizing it. But it seemed now that I was wetting my
nappy during the day without really being conscious of
When my baby Regime had started I would fight
the urge to wet my nappy everyday. Which I know is silly
because we all know that it's pointless, but back then I
felt that I needed to resist, to fight the way I was
being treated. Then after a couple of weeks I stopped
fighting it but would still feel utterly humiliated by
it. And now, after enduring 24 hour nappy wearing for
almost a month I began wetting my nappy quite
naturally... not really caring as much at all. But now,
this very afternoon, it seemed that my life in nappies
was reaching yet another milestone...
I had just started on another comic when I felt
my bladder empty and my nappy beginning to stretch and
swell. The warmth of the pee that gushed out of me
slowly spread throughout my nappy enveloping me in its
warmth. I fidgeted a little as my nappy continued to
soak, hoping for all eternity that Jessie wouldn't
notice. I felt my face glow red as the warm stream
continued to gush from me, until eventually it died down
to a trickle and stopped. I looked at Jessie, hoping not
to see a sign that she had noticed that I had just wet
my nappy next to her, but she just smiled at me. And
then it hit me... Auntie Caroline was back at home and
here I was in need of a nappy change, and I suddenly
felt incredibly vulnerable! Auntie Caroline had looked
after me so well that now that I was away from her when
I needed her I was scared. She suddenly felt much
further away. This was a new experience for me, all
these past weeks I had protested about having my nappy
changed, and now here I was, feeling afraid that I
wasn't able to have one, and I found myself longing for
the security and care that Auntie Caroline provided.
What was I to do? I certainly wasn't going to
tell Jessie how I felt. Even though she seemed to me the
perfect person to tell my problems to, I couldn't bring
myself to say anything. And then, as if the Gods had
decided to brake the ice for me, Jessie's tummy gave out
a terrific rumbling groan and we looked at each other
and simultaneously burst out laughing. And when the
giggles had died down, Jessie suggested that we vacate
the bedroom in search of something to eat.
I picked up my Teddy and followed Jessie out of
the room. As I waddled down the stairs my warm nappy
felt heavy and cumbersome which made my feelings of
vulnerability return. The rumbling of Jessie's tummy had
lost it's funny side and the predicament I found myself
in weighed heavy on my mind. I felt trapped and afraid,
and very insecure without Auntie Caroline.
But all that was to change as I followed Jessie
into the living room. There, sitting on the sofa idly
chatting to Jessie's Mum was Auntie Caroline! The two of
them seemed very relaxed, each sipping from mugs of
coffee. Auntie Caroline was leaning back against the
sofa, her arm casually draped over the back of it. At
sight of me she stopped talking and smiled.
“What are you two up to?” She said quizzically.
Jessie flopped onto the sofa next to her Mum
and cheekily asked her if she would fix us both
something to eat. I meanwhile was rooted to the spot,
shocked at seeing that Auntie Caroline was still here.
“I suppose I could find you both something,
it's nearly teatime anyway.” Said Jessie's Mum lovingly,
giving Jessie a gentle squeeze. Jessie in turn threw her
arms around her for a quick cuddle.
Auntie Caroline smiled at them both and then,
placing her coffee mug on the floor extended her arms
towards me and gestured for me to come over to her. I
walked towards her as casually as I could, trying hard
to disguise my waddle. When I got to her I took hold of
her outstretched hands as she gently pulled me closer.
But instead of giving me a cuddle, or sitting me on the
sofa next to her as I was expecting, she stood me in
front of her, and pulling away the leg of my shorts with
one hand, slipped her other hand under my nappy to
examine me. I squirmed as her slender fingers reached
inside, feeling around between my legs.
“ Looks like Baby needs changing!” She said
I was horrified. All of those feelings of
vulnerability and fear I had had a few seconds ago were
gone in a flash, replaced by those 'oh so familiar'
feelings of humiliation and shame.
“Has she wet her nappy?” Asked Jessie's Mum, in
her soft Indian accent.
Auntie Caroline removed her fingers from inside
my nappy and nodded.
“Feels like it.” She replied, as she began to
pat my bottom with her other hand. My nappy sounding
dull and heavy now that it was soaked.
“Did you want to change her here?” Asked
Jessie's Mum. “It'll save you going back.”
“If that's ok?” Auntie Caroline replied.
I was so shocked I couldn't move. I stood there
in front of Auntie Caroline, my legs shaking and my
heart beating wildly, the thought of enduring a nappy
change in front of Jessie and her Mum filled me with
horror, and the realisation that Jessie's Mum knew all
about me certainly didn't help. They must have been
talking about me ever since we arrived. Auntie Caroline
continued to gently pat my bottom as Jessie's Mum asked
her if she needed anything.
“No it's ok thanks Amita, I've got my changing
bag here.” She announced, pointing to a giant cloth bag
beside the sofa.
Jessie's Mum stopped cuddling Jessie and
instructed her to go and wake her brother up for tea.
Jessie jumped up and sprang from the room towards the
“She's so full of energy that one.” said
Jessie's Mum proudly as she sat up to watch Auntie
I felt like I was waiting at the gallows as I
was stood there in front of them both. Both women
continued to chat while Auntie Caroline reached into her
bag and took out a plastic bottle of baby powder and
placed it on the floor at my feet. At sight of it I
began to whimper and wriggle, the shame and humiliation
beginning to rise up through me like a wave.
“Where do you get nappies to fit, Caroline?”
Asked Jessie's Mum with interest.
“Sandy gets them for me from a special
supplier,” She replied, “ They're really good and never
The tension was mounting as I waited for the
inevitable, and I began to wriggle and squirm even more.
Auntie Caroline, still seated on the sofa,
ignored me completely as she reached into her bag and
pulled out a dummy. I moaned in protest as she brought
it up to my lips and pushed it into my mouth. Then,
still casually chatting to Jessie's Mum, reached into
her bag and to my horror took out a folded terry cloth
“Oooh, is that a Terry nappy?” Said Jessie's
Mum excitedly. “I haven't seen them in a while.”
“I use them sometimes,” Replied Auntie
Caroline. “Tia's got some soreness on her bottom at the
moment so I thought a cloth nappy would be kinder to her
I stood there feeling totally retched and
ashamed as the two women discussed me as if I wasn't
there. It was as though they thought I couldn't
understand a word they were saying. Jessie's Mum moved
closer for a better look as Auntie Caroline knelt on the
floor and expertly folded the nappy into shape and place
it on the carpet in front of her.
Then Auntie Caroline reached forward and began
to unbutton my shorts! I began to wriggle and squirm
even more as I felt my shorts loosen around my waist,
the humiliation mounting by the second. And what made it
worse was Auntie Caroline's casual manner. It was as if
she didn't even need to look at what she was doing, they
just chatted away to each other as if everything was
totally normal, as if it was an everyday occurrence that
a teenager was having his nappy changed.
Auntie Caroline pulled my shorts down over my
nappy, the plastic surface 'Swishing' against my shorts
as they were pulled down to my feet. The conversation
turned to Jessie's baby brother as Auntie Caroline
lifted my feet up in turn to remove my shorts.
“He's three,” Answered Jessie's Mum. I've been
Potty training him over the last week or so, I think
we're nearly there.”
Auntie Caroline nodded in response as she
pulled my T-Shirt up and over my head leaving me
standing there in just my nappy.
“I would start with Tia, but she's just not
ready,” Replied Auntie Caroline as she neatly folded my
T-shirt and placed it on the sofa. “She's still a baby
really. She's going to be in nappies for a long time I
Those words pierced through me like a dagger as
she reached into her bag and took out some nappy pins.
The humiliation I was suffering and the news that my
life in nappies was a long way from over just tipped me
over the edge and I felt myself starting to cry.
Jessie's Mum moved a little closer again and watched as
Auntie Caroline instructed me to lie down and place my
bottom onto the newly folded nappy.
With shame and embarrassment flooding through
my body, I awkwardly laid myself down in front of her,
carefully placing my bottom on top of the waiting cloth
nappy and wrapping my arms around my teddy for comfort.
My wet nappy pressed against my skin as my huge padded
bottom touched the floor. I wriggled and kicked my legs
in frustration as Auntie Caroline pulled at the tapes of
my nappy. I heard the familiar rustling sounds as they
were pulled undone. I felt my nappy loosen, the air
against my bare skin felt cool as my nappy was pulled
open revealing my nakedness for all to see. I squeezed
my teddy and screwed my eyes tight shut in an attempt to
block out the humiliation of having my naked parts fully
And still the two women continued to chat about
me. Jessie's Mum remarked how pretty my name was, Auntie
Caroline smiled at her in response as she gently pulled
my wet nappy from under me and sealed it in a nappy bag
before opening up a pack of baby wipes.
“It's quite common now for children to be
non-gender specific.” Said Auntie Caroline as she began
to carefully use a baby wipe on me.
“Yes I know, there's a boy at Jessie's school
that dresses as a girl sometimes,” Replied Jessie's Mum.
“Everyone's fine with it.”
I can't describe to you how humiliating it was
having to endure a nappy change while the two women
discussed me in this way. They really must have thought
that I was unable to understand anything they were
saying, and they were totally oblivious towards any sort
of feelings I might be having. To them I was just a doll
to be dressed and undressed, regardless as to how I
would feel about it. The sense of violation you feel
when someone just decides to remove your clothes without
your permission is so overpowering.
Auntie Caroline slowly and carefully wiped and
cleaned me thoroughly as they chatted, and I clung on
tight to my teddy and sucked on my dummy as the ordeal
Auntie Caroline then twisted off the cap of a
tube of nappy rash cream, and squeezed some onto her
finger. I instinctively opened my legs wide for her and
lifted my bottom a little.
“Good Girl Tia.” She said as she gently smeared
it around my inner bottom. The coldness of it making me
“So how often does Tia like to be a Girl?”
Asked Jessie's Mum with interest.
“Oh, most of the time I would say,” Replied
Auntie Caroline as she slowly administering the cream.
“She likes to be a girl when she's at home, it's only
when she goes outside that she dresses as a boy
Waves of embarrassment and not a little anger
swept through me as Auntie Caroline continued to discuss
my gender. It was an added violation to my already
humiliating ordeal, especially when it had been Auntie
Caroline who had instigated my transition into a girl.
“Well, she certainly gets on well with Jessie.”
Commented Jessie's Mum as Auntie Caroline finished
administering the cream and placed the tube back in the
Auntie Caroline agreed as she began to prepare
me for my nappy. She picked up the powder bottle and
twisted the lid, releasing a small puff of powder from
the little holes in the top as she opened it. Then she
sprinkled liberal amounts of powder all over my nappy
area, I could feel it landing on me like fine dust, it's
sweet perfume lingering in the air. Then she unclipped a
nappy pin and placed it between her lips before taking
hold of the nappy with her slender fingers and pulling
it up and over my crotch, the thick white toweling
filling the gap between my legs, forcing them apart.
Then with her other hand, pulled the side of the nappy
round to the front, pulling the two parts together
tightly, I wriggled and squirmed as half of the nappy
tightened around me.
“Hold still Tia,” She said as she carefully
pushed the pin through the layers of thick white
toweling. “I don't want to prick you.” I laid still as
she threaded the pin through and clipped it shut. When
she was satisfied that it was pinned together tightly,
she pulled the other side around to the front, pulled it
tight and pinned that together too.
Again I wriggled and squirmed and kicked my
legs with embarrassment as Auntie Caroline re-pinned and
adjusted my nappy.
“That looks quite fiddly Caroline?” Said
Jessie's Mum as she watched her with interest.
“They are a little tricky at first,” She
replied. As she threaded another pin through the layers
of thick cotton toweling. “it's because there's no
elastic, it requires a lot of adjustments, but it's
worth the effort, they're so cute.”
I lay there totally helpless as Auntie Caroline
continued her adjustments. She fiddled and poked and
tucked, and I just laid there, sucking my dummy,
cuddling my teddy and gently whimpering. Then, after
what seemed an eternity, Auntie Caroline took my hands
and pulled me up. I tried to stand up straight but my
nappy was so thick and cumbersome it was very difficult.
Disposable nappies are so much lighter and allow far
more movement, Terry cloth nappies are a hundred times
more solid, they don't 'give' at all, which makes
wearing them much more uncomfortable.
Auntie Caroline's adjustments continued as she
knelt there in front of me. She reached around behind me
and focussed on the parts around my bottom and between
Jessie's Mum leaned forward and gently touched
my nappy, feeling the soft fluffy cotton with her
“You're right,” She said, “they are really cute
Auntie Caroline looked at her with a big smile
and nodded proudly, patting my bottom. Having to endure
two women touching and admiring my nappy at once was so
very degrading and humiliating, I just wanted the floor
to swallow me up.
Then, after they had both examined my nappy
thoroughly, Auntie Caroline kissed me on the tummy, and
taking hold of my hands sat back on the sofa pulling me
along with her onto her lap. I settled onto her lap and
curled up into a ball, the fluffy thick toweling filling
the space between my legs.
“Do you use plastic baby pants with these
nappies?” Asked Jessie's Mum. Still taking the
opportunity to have a feel of the soft cotton.
“Yes,” Replied Auntie Caroline. “I have a pair
here in my bag, i'll put them on in a minute, she looks
far too cute for them right now.”
I shuddered with embarrassment as I sat there
on Auntie Caroline's lap. I opened my eyes and looked
down, a huge mass of white fluffy toweling was pushing
my legs apart, and four nappy pins were keeping it all
in place, their pink plastic tops just visible within
the folds of the soft white cotton.
It felt very strange wearing just a cloth nappy
on it's own. And even more strangely, I felt a little
undressed without the plastic pants that usually go with
it. All my emotions seemed to be mixed up today... I
usually felt an extra bite of humiliation when I was put
into plastic pants, but now that I was without them I
felt vulnerable again, as if I was partially exposed.
I felt incredibly babyish as I clung on to
Auntie Caroline too. Both women continued to 'Coo' over
me and say how adorable I was and this made me feel even
more like a baby. I gave my teddy an extra squeeze and
sucked on my dummy, resting my head on Auntie Caroline's
chest as they both fussed over me.
“Does Tia want her bottle now Caroline?” Asked
“Yes please Amita,” Replied Auntie Caroline as
she gently rocked me.
Jessie's Mum got up and went into the kitchen
just as Jessie came down with her little brother.
Jessie's Mum brought a babies bottle of juice over to
Auntie Caroline and then led Jessie's brother into the
kitchen. Jessie came over to the sofa and settled down
next to Auntie Caroline, to watch with interest as I was
fed my bottle.
Auntie Caroline gently pulled the dummy from my
mouth, and picking up the bottle, brought the rubber
teat to my lips.
“Here we go Baby,” She said softly, teasing the
rubber nipple against my lips. I moaned with displeasure
as she pressed the teat against my lips a little harder.
“C'mon Tia,” She continued.” Open up, there's a
good girl.” Reluctantly I opened my mouth and let her
slip the teat into it. “Good Girl.” She said as I began
Knowing that Jessie was watching me have a
bottle feed was so excruciatingly embarrassing and I was
close to tears as I suckled. I tried to take the bottle
off of Auntie Caroline but she prevented me, and I
moaned with displeasure again at the humiliation of not
even being allowed to feed myself. And what made the
whole experience even more unbearable was that my
obvious discomfort had triggered Jessie's curiosity,
leading her to ask questions about me.
“Does Tia not like having a bottle?” She asked
“Aww, she does sometimes Sweetie,” Replied
Auntie Caroline smiling. “I think she's just a little
tired that's all.”
There was a pause. Jessie inched a little
“Is Tia still a baby?” She asked, the shock of
her question sending ripples of embarrassment through my
“Yes Jessie,” Replied Auntie Caroline warmly.
“Tia’s still a baby, that's why I have to feed her and
why she still wears a nappy.”
There was another pause.
“She's not a little baby though?” Jessie
“No, not a little baby,” Said Auntie Caroline.
“Tia's older than normal babies but she's still a baby
“And that's why she still wears nappies” Said
Jessie, more as a statement than a question..
“Yes, that's right,” Replied Auntie Caroline.
“Tia needs to be properly looked after just like a real
The humiliation now became utterly unbearable
and I stopped suckling and began to cry, tears rolled
down my cheeks and my lips began to quiver with the
bottle still in my mouth. Auntie Caroline tilted the
bottle a little higher and encouraged me to continue.
“Come on Baby,” she said softly. “just a little
I managed to pull myself together enough to
finish off the juice, but I felt totally wretched and
ashamed, being fed a bottle like a baby at my age, and
having my treatment discussed with my best friend in
front of me like that was so utterly degrading. And
coupled with the fact that my huge soft toweling nappy
was so cumbersome and uncomfortable, with it's mass of
white fluffy cotton forcing my legs wide apart, and the
pink nappy pins holding it in place made my nappy look
so much more babyish. I was so humiliated and ashamed as
I sucked the last drops of juice from the bottle. Auntie
Caroline praised me for finishing it and pulled the teat
from my mouth. As she did so, the humiliation seemed to
boil over inside of me and I started to sob, I buried my
face into Auntie Caroline's chest and wept openly.
“Sshhh, there, there Baby,” She said lovingly.
“don't cry there's a good girl.” Then she slipped a
finger through the ring of my dummy and brought it up to
my mouth. I parted my lips in readiness, eager to have
my dummy again and Auntie Caroline duly obliged. As soon
as that huge soft latex nipple entered my mouth, a wave
of calm washed through me. I had grown very fond of my
dummy over the past few weeks, which is so strange
considering how humiliating it should be. With the
exception of a nappy, a dummy is so obviously babyish...
Who else, other than a baby spends their time with a
dummy in their mouth? It's even frown upon for a small
child to still use one, and yet here I was, a teenager,
wanting his dummy while dressed in a nappy. I should
have been totally ashamed of it but I wasn't. And again,
it was something that I hadn't really noticed at the
time, but looking back now, It was obvious that I was
becoming more and more dependent on it.
After all the fuss and commotion had died down,
I was dressed back into my T-shirt and socks and carried
into the kitchen for tea. We all sat at the table
together and ate. As usual I was allowed to feed myself
but my sandwiches were cut into small squares and had
the crusts cut off.
Then, after everyone had finished, Auntie
Caroline handed me my dummy and told me that I was now
allowed to go and play. Jessie suggested we play a board
game in the lounge, and jumped down from the table and
sprang out of the kitchen. My huge bulky cotton nappy
made it quite awkward to get down from my chair as
quickly as Jessie had done, and I was very conscious of
Auntie Caroline and Jessie's Mum watching me as I
climbed down and walked towards the kitchen door, and I
just caught Jessie's Mum commenting on how cute I was as
I waddled out of the kitchen. It was so difficult to
walk without a severe waddle with my huge nappy, but I
was determined not to crawl on my hands and knees,
(Although it would have made it easier.) When I got to
Jessie she was opening up a game of 'Snakes & Ladders'
and was excitedly spilling the contents onto the floor.
I knelt down beside her and watched her set it up.
“I'll go first.” She announced as she
vigorously shook the dice.
It was nice being back to playing games with
Jessie again, even though I had had to endure yet
another humiliating experience, it was all forgotten
about when I was playing games with her. Auntie Caroline
and Jessie's Mum were chatting in the kitchen and all
seemed pleasant, but as usual, and as was the way of
things, as soon as I became a little more relaxed,
Auntie Caroline was there to humiliate me once more.
A good few minutes had passed and we had just
started our third game when it happened... Jessie was
handing me the dice to roll for my first go when Auntie
Caroline walked into the lounge and knelt down next to
her changing bag and took out a pair of clear plastic
baby pants. My heart fluttered when I saw her kneel down
on the carpet, open them out and give them a vigorous
“Come here Tia!” She commanded, patting the
floor in front of her.
I took out my Dummy and asked her if I could
finish my go first.
“No Tia,” She said. “I want to put these on
“Please Auntie!” I protested, my heart
beginning to beat wildly.
“Tia!” She said, looking through me with those
piercing green eyes. “if I have to come and get you I
will put you across my knee before I change you. Now
come here please!”
Reluctantly I put down the dice and, sighing
heavily made my way over to her, my huge nappy swinging
around behind me as I crawled on all fours.
“Lie down here for me.” she said, patting the
floor with one hand and holding the plastic pants in the
other. With hot flushes of shame pulsing through me, I
did as I was told and laid down on the carpet in front
of her. Then I looked down, resting on my elbows and
lifted my feet for her. With the soft clear plastic
gently rustling, Auntie Caroline took the plastic pants
and slipped both hands into one of the leg holes, then
she stretched open the elastic and carefully guided it
over one of my feet. Then she did the same with the
other side until both of my feet were through before
pulling the plastic pants up my legs. I could feel the
elastic begin to tighten around my legs as they were
pulled up higher. When she had pulled them up to my
thighs, I involuntarily lifted my bottom off of the
floor as to allow her to pull the plastic pants over my
“Good girl.” She said as she stretched the
plastic pants over my cotton nappy and released the
elastic with a snap. Then I laid back, resting my head
on the floor and sucked on my dummy as she set to work
and did her usual thorough adjustments.
The soft plastic swished and rustled as she
fiddled and adjusted my nappy. There were some the parts
of my cotton nappy that were not fully under the plastic
pants, particularly around the leg holes, and she took
great delight in tucking it back under the elastic,
telling me that... “We don't want you leaking do we?” My
body jerked as she did the same with the elastic around
the waist, pulling the pants up tight to cover my nappy.
I could already feel the tightness of the elastic around
my legs and I squirmed around to try and make my nappy
more comfortable but it was impossible. Cloth nappies
are so incredibly restrictive and uncomfortable! With
thick layers of toweling squeezed under plastic pants,
its impossible to find any comfort what so ever. Your
legs are pushed apart so much by the thick toweling
nappy between them, and there's such a mass of it under
my bottom too, making it really uncomfortable when
sitting, and the plastic pants restrict any kind of
movement by sealing the whole thing in. A nappy of this
size and kind is totally impossible to ignore, it's too
large to wear shorts over the top and the white fluffy
toweling and the steel nappy pins are clearly visible
under the plastic, so your humiliation is there for all
Auntie Caroline then instructed me to turn over
and lie on my tummy so she could examine my nappy around
my bottom. Waves of shame and embarrassment washed over
me as I awkwardly rolled over onto my front. Within
seconds of turning over Auntie Caroline was pulling and
adjusting everything. She always seemed to know how to
prolong my ordeals to make them as humiliating as
possible. Then finally, after many agonizing seconds, I
was sent on my way with a few well aimed pats on my
Jessie had sat there patiently throughout my
ordeal and smiled at me as I sat next to her again. I
felt my face flush red as I smiled back, unwittingly
pulling on my T-shirt as I did, but it was no use... my
nappy was so large it was absolutely impossible to
ignore. My only saving grace was that the rustling was
100 times quieter than my disposable nappies, so that
whenever I moved all that could be heard was a soft
It took me a fair while to thoroughly relax and
lose my embarrassment once i'd joined Jessie again. The
questions that Jessie had asked about me earlier while I
was being bottle fed had changed something in our
relationship. All the while Jessie had remained silent
about my nappies or any aspect of my baby regime it had
made it seem as though she was somehow oblivious to it
all. But now that she had asked questions about me to
Auntie Caroline, that taboo was broken, and it was
obvious now that she was aware of my predicament. I
mean, you'd have to be pretty much blind not to see that
I was way too old to be wearing nappies and sucking a
dummy, or to be treated in this way, but that was really
how I felt... All the while Jessie hadn't asked any
questions it had seemed that she was unaware. But now
things were different. She didn't treat me any
differently at all, that hadn't changed, but now that
she had begun to ask questions about me meant that she
was curious, and obviously thought that it was strange
too, and somehow, that realization made my baby regime
all the more real.
By the time that I had become a little more
relaxed we had grown bored of 'Snakes & Ladders' so we
decided to play something else. Jessie asked me if I
wanted to play a game of 'Cluedo”, I told her that I
didn't mind and so she went over to the games cupboard
and got it out. And it was then that my next ordeal
began to materialize, but this time it wasn't Auntie
Caroline who was to blame, it was my bladder.
Jessie was carefully setting up the game when I
suddenly felt a strong urge to pee. I felt my face flush
red again as the realization hit me. I had had enough
humiliation for one day, and the thought of yet another
nappy change today was the last straw.
Since my baby regime had started I usually had
around four to five nappy changes a day, but today, I
wasn't in the mood. I think it was because my day had
been spoiled... All i'd ever thought about over the last
few days was going to Jessie's house to have a bit of
peace and normality away from my baby regime, and ever
since I arrived, (with the exception of the first few
hours), it had been a humiliating nightmare for me...
Having to endure a nappy change in front of Jessie's Mum
while they both talked about me, having to endure a
bottle feed with Jessie watching me and asking
questions, being carried like a baby to the kitchen for
tea, having my playtime interrupted to be put in plastic
baby pants, and now this! It was all too much.
Jessie had almost finished setting the game up
and I was determined to carry on as normal. I could feel
my bladder getting heavier, and those familiar 'Surges'
shoot through my body. It took a lot of concentration to
hold it back but unfortunately when your mind is
occupied it is very difficult to suppress the urge, and
playing a board game took a lot of that concentration
I was fidgeting and squirming as I knelt there
on the floor, hoping against hope that Jessie wouldn't
discover what was going on. There were a few times when
I could feel my wee literally reaching the end of my
penis, but with a well timed squeeze of my muscles,
managed to keep it at bay. Then there were a few minutes
where the urges disappeared, and I would be able to
relax and play for a while, but then they would return
and the cycle would continue.
After we had finished Cluedo, Jessie suggested
a game of hide and seek. She always seemed to have
plenty of ideas as to what we could play, and she smiled
excitedly when I agreed.
“You go first.” She said loudly.
“OK,” I said. “But where shall I hide?”
“Anywhere Silly!” She replied, laughing.
I got up and waddled out of the room and stood
at the foot of the stairs thinking of where I could
hide. It was a little tricky because I didn't know the
house except for the rooms i'd been in today. Then
suddenly I caught the sound of Jessie counting and
quickly decided to venture up stairs. I ascended the
stairs with difficulty, my huge nappy swinging around
behind me, and reached the landing and looked around. I
chose a door and quietly opened it and crept inside. It
looked like Jessie's parents bedroom, I quickly looked
around and spotted a large set of sliding glass doors,
it was a huge built in wardrobe. As quick as I could I
snuck inside and crouched down on the floor beside a
pile of shoes, then I closed the doors, draped the
hanging clothes over the top of me and waited. My heart
was pounding... this was great fun.
But then, as the excitement grew so did my urge
to wee, and this time it was 100 times stronger. I sat
there in the dark writhing and kicking but the urge was
too strong. I tried to squeeze my penis but my nappy was
way to thick, and I found myself banging my legs
together vigorously. “Nooooo.” I said to myself as I
desperately tried to suppress it. Then I heard Jessie
shouting from down stairs that she was coming and an
even stronger surge swept through me. I gritted my teeth
and dug my fingers as deep into my nappy as I could but
it was so thick it made no difference. I squeezed my
muscles and wiggled my legs but to no avail, and as the
sounds of Jessie's footfalls climbed the stairs, I
released the pressure and let it go.
The feelings of relief were wonderful, and I
heaved a heavy sigh as the warm pee gushed out of me
like a burst pipe. In the quiet darkness of the bedroom
cupboard my cloth nappy began to soak, I could feel it's
warmth gradually spread around my nether regions as I
sat there in hiding. Jessie had gone into other rooms, I
could hear her creeping around next door and still my
wee gushed out. I began to panic that I was going to
leak and quietly felt around between my legs with my
fingers, the plastic pants felt really warm to the touch
but luckily there was no leak. Then eventually the
gushing slowed to a trickle and then to a stop. Once
again I ran my fingers around between my legs, paranoid
that I had leaked but I was still ok. My nappy now felt
heavy and very warm as I sat there quietly hiding.
It was a little while later when Jessie found
me, and as I climbed out of the wardrobe my nappy felt
heavier than ever. I felt a relief that I had wet my
nappy up here out of sight rather than next to Jessie
Jessie told me to count where I was and then
bounded out of the room and down the stairs. I took the
opportunity to examine myself one more time. I looked
down at my nappy, it was sagging a lot lower now, but
the toweling was still white... no yellow stains, and
although my plastic pants were very warm, I couldn't
feel any leaks... I was ok.
After I had counted, I left the bedroom and
waddled out to the landing. My nappy was really heavy
and warm and it was even harder to walk now that it was
wet. I crept down the stairs and spent the next ten or
so minutes looking for Jessie. She was obviously good at
hiding and by the time i'd found her my nappy was
getting decidedly cooler and more uncomfortable.
When you have wet your nappy, the feeling of
warmth takes over from the feelings of shame, and it
actually feels quite nice, like being wrapped up in a
warm blanket. And normally, because Auntie Caroline
checks my nappy so often, i'm usually changed before it
has a chance to cool. But this time, she was still busy
chatting in the kitchen.
My next hiding place was under Jessie's bed,
and as I lay there surrounded by scattered toys and odd
socks my nappy began to feel more uncomfortable. The
dampness seemed to envelope me. Disposable nappies do a
good job in keeping the wetness away from the skin, but
cloth nappies do not, and It's also not a pleasant
thought that the wetness your feeling against your skin
is not water but wee. And so I spent a good few
uncomfortable minutes waiting for Jessie to find me.
Despite the discomfort of my ever cooling
nappy, I was enjoying playing hide & seek, and after a
few minutes, Jessie found me and excitedly bounded off
again to hide. But this time, when I set off out of her
room to search for her, my nappy felt even more
uncomfortable, and I started to get a little miserable.
On the one hand, there was no way I wanted another nappy
change after the day i'd had so far, but conversely, I
couldn't remain locked in this discomfort any longer...
I didn't know what to do.
I descended the stairs and tried to think about
searching for Jessie but I couldn't get this dilemma out
of my mind. I also didn't want to interrupt our game
either, disrupting our game of hide & seek to have a
nappy change would put too much emphasis on my baby
regime, and the less Jessie saw of that the better. But
I couldn't continue, my nappy felt seriously horrible
now, so I decided on a plan. I would casually go into
the kitchen and look for Jessie there, Auntie Caroline
would almost certainly check my nappy while I was there
and then I could get it changed. The last thing I wanted
to do was to ask her to change me!
So I tentatively crept into the kitchen and
looked around. Auntie Caroline was still chatting to
Jessie's Mum, both women gave me a smile as I waddled
past but said nothing to me. I casually lingered in the
vicinity of Auntie Caroline but she still didn't check
me. My plan had failed.
After I had found Jessie I asked if we could
watch some TV. Jessie asked her Mum and then came back
from the kitchen smiling (As usual) and turned on the
TV. The cartoon channel was on and so we decided to get
comfortable and watch it together. Jessie grabbed all of
the scatter cushions from the sofa and spread them on
the floor and made a little nest for us to relax on. The
problem was, when I sat down the wetness in my nappy
pressed against my skin and felt horrible, I really had
to do something about it, but I just couldn't bring
myself to ask Auntie Caroline to change me, it would be
so degrading and humiliating. But after a few minutes I
still couldn't get comfortable at all, and what was
worse, the dampness was starting to itch a little. I HAD
to do something! But what would I say? I stared at the
kitchen door and prayed that Auntie Caroline would come
out and check me, why hadn't she done it yet? Then
amazingly, as if my prayers had been answered, Auntie
Caroline came out of the kitchen and walked over to
where we were sitting!
“Are you ok in here girls?” She asked. (It
still embarrassed me to be referred to as a girl.)
“Yes thank you.” Said Jessie in her usual
Auntie Caroline turned to me and asked me the
same question. I so desperately wanted to ask her to
change me but I just couldn't say the words, so I just
smiled and nodded.
“Are you sure?” She asked, as if she knew
something was wrong. Again I just nodded. “Ok.” She said
with a slight smile.
I watched her walk back to the kitchen, wishing
I had had the courage to ask her.
But eventually my discomfort became unbearable,
and so it was with a heavy heart (Which was pounding in
my chest) that I got up and walked towards the kitchen,
still totally unsure of what I was going to say. Both
women turned to look at me as I approached them.
“Auntie?” I said, timidly in a half whisper.
“Yes. What's the matter Sweetie?” She said.
“Can you... I mean... I've... I need...” I
stammered, trying to avoid eye contact.
Auntie Caroline looked at me smiling, waiting
for me to explain myself. I continued.
“Auntie?” I repeated. “Please can you... can
you... change my... my nappy?” I said, almost fainting
from the shame. I was astonished that I had actually
said those words out loud, for in a strange sort of way,
saying them out loud was a final indignation of my
acceptance. By actually asking for my nappy to be
changed, I had somehow crossed a line, as though I had
somehow accepted my fate and was acknowledging it to the
world. The words “My nappy” were echoing around my head.
That was it, that was the first time I had uttered those
words, I may as well have said... “Yes, I am a baby.”
And to make matters worse, the moment wasn't lost on
Auntie Caroline either, she almost had a tear in her eye
as she looked at me, as if she had finally broken me.
“Oh Tia. Have you wet your nappy again?” She
said in mock surprise.
I nodded and looked at the floor in shame. “Of
course I will Baby.” she replied softly.
Then she stood up, and taking my hand led me
back into the lounge. I purposely didn't look over at
Jessie as Auntie Caroline led me over to her change bag,
the thought of catching her gaze as I was led hand in
hand to have my nappy changed filled me with horror. It
was bad enough that she was in the same room!
So again, Auntie Caroline instructed me to lay
on the floor in front of her, and I awkwardly did as I
was told. But this time there was an extra softness in
her voice, she seemed altogether more loving too as she
began to change me, her touch was more gentle, as though
I was a delicate flower that needed extra care.
Her face was beaming with a broad contended
smile as she very gently pulled my plastic pants down
over my nappy, the soft plastic swished and rustled as
they were pulled down my legs and over my feet. It was
pure agony having to endure yet another nappy change in
Jessie's house. Auntie Caroline wasted no time in
removing my the rest of my nappy, and yet again I
squirmed and wriggled with the sheer dreadful shame of
it all as she carefully unclipped each nappy pin in
turn. As each pin was removed, my nappy loosened, and it
felt like a 'Countdown' to the point that my nakedness
would be exposed once more, that any second now, when
the last pin had been removed, my nappy would be pulled
away and I would be exposed, lying there helpless, my
legs spread and my nakedness there for all to see. And
then the dreaded procedure would continue... Wiping,
cleaning, hands softly touching, all done with
gentleness and love but excruciating to endure.
This time I was put back into a disposable
nappy, which pleased me a little because they were more
comfortable, but of course they were so much louder as I
was reminded when Auntie Caroline opened it out to place
under my naked bottom.
Once I was in my nappy I was pulled up to stand
and dressed in my shorts. Auntie Caroline's face was
full of concentration as she attempted to pull up the
fly without catching the nappy in it. The clip was a
little tricky to fasten because my nappy was so bulky
and my body jerked as she tugged at my shorts.
“There we go.” She said, patting my bottom once
more. “All done! You can go and play now.”
I felt much happier being fully dressed and I
virtually skipped over to Jessie and re-took my place on
the cushions next to her. It still took a while before I
could look at her, but at least my nappy was hidden
again, and it wasn't long before I became totally
relaxed again. Hopefully now my ordeals were over?
For today anyway...
To be continued.
This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you
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