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Ollie Baby's Punishment
Let me give you
a little context, I live at the moment with my parents
after attending university, which does not give me a lot
of time and or options when it comes to indulging my
adult baby fetish. And since it can be quite a long time
between getting to play as a baby. When I do get the
chance I… take it. My Parents were going to be away for
a few days in Wales. This is what happened.
I have never
been so anxious about parking in my drive way, with the
boot of my car full items for the next few days’ events.
They were carefully bagged to try and hide their
contents but the brand new monkey and hippo changing mat
would not fit, so I would have to be careful about
getting it inside my house, in front of my neighbours.
The last thing I want is Tony coming outside for one of
his lengthy chats.
Pulling into my estate my car
swung into the drive and I nervously try to look casual
as I open the boot, I can’t see anyone in the windows or
walking down the street. So I open it grab the three
bags and fold the changing mat in half to hide the cute
design on the inside. Walking quickly towards the front
door I push it open and slam it shut quickly to be in
I have been
carefully thinking and planning what I intend to do with
these few days and I had come up with some great games
and messy things for me to do. I had been reading online
about castor oil and its powerful effects it can have.
I get all of the
items out in the rooms I will be needing them a new bib
for feeding time, in the dinning room I put the formula
milk in the fridge but the baby food get lined up on the
counter in my kitchen. My new nappies, wipes, changing
mat and plastic pants go upstairs to the spare bathroom,
or changing HQ as I say to myself.
I start the tap
running in the bathroom, and head downstairs. I garb a
permanent marker and label all of the various jars and
pouches with a number 1 through to 12. And set a pair of
dice next to them.
upstairs I put my set of keys in this side of the door
lock, so no one can fully insert their own keys to open
the door, I don’t want any surprises.
upstairs I fill the enema bag to about half way just
over 1 litre, I had tried two in the past and it had
terrible results, with mess overflowing from everywhere,
but this time I had much better nappies, but I still
didn’t want to risk it. I lay down the new changing mat
and grab my new Safari nappy. It
almost looked too cute for its own very messy purpose. I
fluff up the leg cuffs, and lay it down on the changing
mat, I had forgotten how cold and pleasant to the touch
a mat could be. I push the end of the enema tube up my
bum for about 4 inches and open the tap, I almost
immediately cramp; I had forgotten what receiving an
enema was like too. But the water was draining into me
fast. I breathe deeply trying to calm my cramps; I watch
my tummy grow larger. I have to stop and wait for a few
seconds as the cramps became just too much. I take some
deep breaths, and before I know it the bag gurgles and
the last pours into me. I sit up looking at my bloated
stomach; I tuck everything down and straight and
sprinkle myself with sweet smelling powder, and pull the
front of the nappy around myself. I adjust the wings and
tightly seal my fate with the four tabs onto the crinkly
nappy landing strip.
I stand up and I am
surprised with the bulk, I am new to this brand of nappy
and I was right to be excited by the reviews online. It
felt wonderful. It was thick, wide crinkly and
came up a good way up my back. With my face
beaming a smile I pull on my plastic pants, and rummage
through my secret box of dress up things. I find a pair
of leggings and knee high fluffy socks, and a cute zebra
top. It doesn’t look fashionable but it looks cute and
warm exactly what a little baby needs. The nappy is
clearly visible through the leggings and the zebra top
just about came down to the top of the nappy.
I write down a
list of the days activities.
writing lines no.4
Time out no.5
Nap time no.6
If I rolled
snake eyes I had to take more laxatives. And any other
number would be a re roll.
I grab the dice and roll a 3, It was
around lunch time so eagerly I head down stairs to my
waiting baby food gauntlet. Although having to waddle
down the stairs was a lot of fun, I could feel the
enema, but I pushed It to the back of my mind to focus
on feeding time. I roll the dice three times.
Banana custard, cream of rice pudding and,
strawberry yoghurt. A relatively easy
start I knew what horrors would wait for me later on. As
I put the contents of the jars into separate bowls to
warm in the microwave, I feel a pushing in my bottom.
The enema is ready to move.
I hold onto the work top and lean
forward I try for a short time to hold it off but I know
this is the result I am after… and push hard. I feel
water hitting the seat of the nappy. But it then stops,
and nothing else comes out. I am slightly disappointed.
I was hoping for a huge rush of sticky mush, but now was
not the time to worry I had baby food to eat. From all
of my pushing I have the urge to pee, I relax and feel
that familiar and comforting warm pee rushing into my
nappy, pooling further at the back of the seat, and
making the core even wider and sag down into the plastic
pants. I sit down at the table with my three bowls I
reach for my spoon of choice a large silicone cooking
spoon, that had no chance of fitting in my mouth. I tie
the plastic bib around my neck and tuck my chair in
tightly up to the table. I load up the first spoon full
of the gloopy mush and push it into my mouth, it
slightly sweet but doesn’t taste of custard or banana.
The excess off the spoon dribbles down my chin and lands
in my bib. I enjoy the food splurging
all around my mouth. I quickly finish the two bowls, and
reach for the yoghurt. I had made such a mess I put the
spoon down and just reached in with my hand and lapped
it off fingers babies don’t care and can be messy, so I
can be messy too.
I head back into the kitchen and grab
a scented wipe to clean my hands and face. I bend down
to put the wipe in the bin and without warning my guts
cramp and contract; a flood of mush from the enema hits
and spreads in the seat of my nappy, down to my balls
and halfway up my butt crack. The rest of the enema had
brought all of the poo out of me. I can already smell
the mess and I am glad I have my plastic pants on. It
feels mushy like a very soft moose, but it is a little
runny and shifts when I move. It sticks to my skin, and
is already puffy and swelled up at the back and hanging
a bit low I check the tabs; as most nappies I am use to,
can’t go much further than this point. But my safari
with its cute lion and Zebra and holding up fine, its
heavy and a bit saggy but fine. This
makes walking interesting without trying to disturb the
mess too much.
I head upstairs to find
my colouring book. Waddling as I go keeping my legs
straight as I try to climb upstairs. I decide to lie
down on my front on my bed with my colouring book and
crayons, to try and not smoosh the mess too much.
As I colour away, I start to get a stiffness in my
leg, I try to roll onto my side to stretch it out but
the sloppy load in my nappy shifts and I know that it is
time to fully enjoy my messy situation. I roll over all
the way and feel the poo mush and spread and push up the
back of the nappy and further forward against my groin.
Even within a few hours that it has already been the
nasty mess is starting to irritate and cause a rash on
Mid way through a picture I get a
text form Hazel, one of the two people I told about my
babyish plans. She simply text.
“Roll the dice naughty baby”
And so I do, the dice scatter on the
table. Snake eyes!
Oh dear God it is snake eyes I had
just released an enema into my nappy and now I had to
take 3 tablespoons of castor oil. I had read online
about this stuff how it makes you gag and it is a potent
laxative. I put the measure into a glass and mix it with
some orange juice, and stir is quickly and open my mouth
as wide as it will go hoping to chug it so quickly that
I don’t have to see if the reviews online were correct
about the taste. I set the glass down
on the table and the magnitude of what I have just put
into my body hits me. I. Have. just. Taken. Caster. Oil.
And my best efforts to not taste it were in vain, the
lingering after taste and texture are vile!
I go back to my colouring and as I
sit down at my desk the load in the nappy presses
forward towards my balls everything down there feels
very sticky and mushy. I enjoy the
poop moving and I am looking forward the even bigger
rash I am going to be giving myself.
I must of colouring for an hour or
two and I receive another text.
“I am on my way, be ready for your
This could not bode well for me, I
thought the castor oil was my punishment I start to get
anxious as to what she has in store for me.
About an hour later, there is knock
at my door, by this stage after several
wettings my nappy was half way between my crotch and
knees, hanging very low and very very full. It is hard
to go down the stairs, my legs are so bowed outwards and
the bulk is so heavy it doesn’t move as I walk. I open
the door to hazel but as I open my mouth to say hello,
she forces a large red ball gag into my mouth and
tightly does up the straps. I can hardly speak as the
ball presses down on my tongue. Shell
yanks my leggings down to see the state of my nappy it
is all tainted brown even through the plastic pants.
“Oh my, the castor oil is wonderful”
I gently shake my head from side to
“no” “why are you saying no”
I try to speak but I just create
grunting and wailing sounds
She giggles at me.
“Are you saying you haven’t had the
runny poo poo’s from the castor oil yet!”
I nod while looking at my fluffy
“Well, you are in for a treat not
upstairs you go” she pushes my shoulders round and
smacks my soggy bum. The mess in my nappy is so full and
to capacity she didn’t even come close to hurting my
“STOP” she yells.
“I want to spank you” I stop and
reverse up to her. She massages the mush in my nappy
which makes me grown with displeasure. She massages the
mush forward s in my nappy. She lands 20 hard smacks, I
try to put my hands in the way but she uses her spare
hand to hold my by the wrists.
“hands off or it will only get worse”
She only chuckles, off you go lie
down on your bed.
I waddle as quickly as I can but with
the mush further forward in my nappy I have to crawl up
on all fours. By the time I get to
the top there is a long trail of drool hanging from my
gag, I try to sit and lie back on the bed without
disturbing the poop in my nappy. I fail, it all
squelches and squirts inside my padded prison.
Hazel is not long standing over me.
“You are one stinky baby, but I have
a surprise for you.”
I gurgle with happiness.
From behind her back she produced a
cute pink with fluffy purple hoofs and horn… Unicorn.
This is missy unicorn and she is
going to be your baby friend, she tucks her into my
arms. “aw you do look cute, you lil cuite. But now for
your punishment. She handcuffs my hands to the top of my
bed. And gets a belt off of the floor.
And constrains my feet together, I wriggle and
strain against my restraints, she wipes the drool from
“now you wait there until the castor
oil gives you runny poo poo’s it will fill every pocket
gap left in that nappy of yours”
I sigh in disbelief.
She puts cbeebies on the TV and sits
down to watch. “You will love these
It must have been three episodes in
and I felt the all too familiar pressure in my bowels.
Hazel must of heard me groaning and panting as she spins
on my office chair, “we both know you want to poo your
pants again, don’t hold back.”
I grunt but it doesn’t take any
effort for the super runny mush to squirt and run into
every gap and air pocket in the existing poo in my
nappy. The nappy expands to its full
Hazel strides over to the bed and
pats me on the bum, I feel the poo soup squash and run
against my skin, starts to flow back towards the back
band of the nappy, I squirm and squeak in protest she
stops, rolls me onto my side, and peaks into down the
back band of the nappy, she can see the poo mark not far
from the top.
“Good baby, we almost overflowed the
top of your nappy now that would be a mess to clean up.”
Hazel just left me in my mushy soup
for another hour, before untying me. My bum had become
incredibly itchy and irritated. She opened the
elasticated plastic pants and let them go with a snap.
The smell from the waft was incredible. We both choked
I must of drifted off. I woke to
someone brushing my hair and gently patting me on my
“go lie down on your changing mat.
I shuffle into the changing HQ. and
start to gently lie down on the cold plastic mat. But by
this stage I am so messy down there I don’t care and
land heavily on the mat pushing the mess over the top
band of the nappy and up my back.
Hazel kneels down in front of me.
She had never even asked about nappy changes let
alone offer to change me. I was nervous; this was going
to change our friendship forever.
She began by wiping the mess off my
back and then pulling off my plastic pants. “These are
dry inside, these nappies have done a very good job”,
but she wafts her hand in front of her face, “stinky
stinky baby girl”. As a precaution she puts another
nappy under me, “just in case we have some clean up
She undoes the four tabs on the front
of the nappy and cautiously pulls the front down, the
mess that was trapped between my bum and the seat of the
nappy, runs down and pools at the back of the nappy and
starts to flow out between the gap between nappy and my
legs. . Hazel retches against the smell, “those
laxatives left you in quite the sorry state haven’t
I simply gurgle against my gag. She
lifts my ankles right back to beyond my head to get me
out of the fast flowing poo. She pulls the messy nappy
out from under me along with the clean nappy, that was
quickly catching the over flowing runny mess from my
safari nappy. She folds the two messy
nappies in on themselves to contain the mess and puts it
in a bag.
The mess on my bum however had
dripped and smeared all over the changing mat. Half a
pack of wipes later and I felt like a new clean baby,
“now I am going to re nappy you, as I think there are
more laxatives in your system. But after going through
all that I am not sure I want a repeat. Sadly, hazel is
in charge, so I am going to put you back into those very
I eagerly awaited my next nappy
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