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I have nocturia which, together with urge incontinence, has led to me wearing nappies to bed for over a year now. My bladder was waking me up suddenly and urgently - and I was losing a lot of sleep. I probably pee on average about four times a night. I sometime use Tena but find that the Age UK (a charity that has an incontinence store) own brand - Age Co Total Care Slips Maxi Medium - does the trick. No leaks and a good night's sleep! Also - they cost only 63p per nappy!

I have pooped in a diaper everyday for a week now - had a massive poop this morning which I changed out of after a couple of hours. Have just pooped again in my daytime pullups.

I'd really like to have a beautiful woman crouch down, looking me in the face, and pee and then poop in an open diaper. When she's finished she'd put that diaper on me. One day...

Sitting in my overnight Tena - working at home and I couldn't resist pooping. Quite a firm poop. Feels absolutely fantastic.

Wear diapers every night for incontinence. Pooped this morning, have been lying in bed enjoying the feeling. So good.

Although my doctor knows of my incontinence, my diapers (always white medical when I’m out) have never been on display. I was, however, caught short in the reception today - peed myself fairly vigorously before I managed to get to the toilet. My diaper was very wet and I could smell the pee during my consultation with the nurse. She didn’t bat an eyelid, so I don’t know if she noticed.

I wear every night. I have urge incontinence and nocturia. I was wearing diapers during the day, but getting woken up urgently needing to use the loo during the night. The urgency plus the trip to the loo meant it was difficult to get back to sleep and, as I might need to pee three or four times it wasn’t exactly helping my fatigue!! Diapers have really helped. Now I often can’t remember peeing - which really shows how relaxed I am. My sleep’s definitely improved - and I wake up in a soaked diaper!!

Okay - this next chapter contains poop and sexual activity. Avoid if these aren't your things.... Also - there's been a long break - sorry about that. Chapter 17 On her return, Paula sat next to me on the sofa. She gently pulled me towards her and kissed me on my forehead, on my nose and then on my mouth. It was a kiss I wanted. There was something about her that excited me and made me want to be hers. She stroked my cheeks and smiled. “I think we can safely say that you’ve passed the assessment with flying colours, Louise.” I smiled back. I was genuinely thrilled. “If you want to stay with us as our baby, your annual salary will be £200,000. We will also contribute to a pension plan, and all costs will be covered while you’re with us. It will be quite possible for you to live a very pleasant life and not spend any of your own money at all. This does not include the payments for the assessment and anything else we’ve promised over the last couple of days - they’ll be in addition to this. Is this acceptable to you?” I had never dreamed of earning anything remotely like this, I was delighted. “Yes Mummy” I replied. “Good girl. There is one day of your assessment left. You will meet with our lawyer tomorrow morning to go through contracts and, of course, a non-disclosure agreement. The penalties for breaking this agreement will be severe as my other baby has a significant reputation to protect. To further ensure your integrity we will conclude tomorrow with a filmed baby session. You will be be humiliated. You will be degraded. You will be used as we, or any of our guests see fit. It will all be filmed so that it can be released should you ever break your agreement with us. I realise this is a big ask - do you want to go through with this?” I now had such confidence in Paula that I didn’t hesitate. “Yes Mummy”. “Okay. Tomorrow will be a big day so I think it would be a good idea to get you into your cot. You’ll be sleeping with Simon tonight - he’s a bit smelly I’m afraid!” I smiled at this. He was going to stink, but I still wanted to be with him. I had a feeling that this little chapter was ending and that I’d probably not be seeing as much of Simon, which was a shame because he’d been a lot of fun and I’d really come to appreciate his company. “I don’t want you pooping tonight - that will have to wait for tomorrow when we are playing. I see your nappy’s wet again - I’ll change it now and insert a butt plug that will make sure you go the night without messing” I felt I was still capable of not pooping myself unintentionally, but if this is what Paula wanted I was happy to go though with it - it wouldn’t be my first butt plug! The nappy change was swift and well practiced as per usual. The butt plug was large and it made my eyes water as Paula inserted it, even though she was being gentle and careful. Paula lifted me up and took my hand, walking me back to the nursery. Simon was in the cot. It smelt as you’d expect, although I’d come to associate that smell with hot, fun sex so I was slightly turned on by it. Paula lowered the bars, tucked me in and gave me a goodnight kiss. Simon turned to me as soon as the door shut. “This must seem a bit weird - I’m really sorry” In any normal set of circumstances, everything about the last couple of days was extraordinarily weird, but I guessed that he was really referring to his nappy - or should I say MY nappy, which Paula had also contributed towards. “That’s okay - I am pretty used to the unexpected in my line of work!” I replied. “Well, thank you. I am sorry that you’re stuck with the smell tonight, though.” “Well, some of that smell is mine and, to be honest, I’m getting used to it now anyway. I’m guessing that you’re feeling pretty randy at the moment - that’s a pretty big kink you’ve got going on there with that filthy nappy!” “Simon looked a little embarrassed. “You’re right. I did think of wanking before you were put to bed, but I resisted the temptation because I thought you might help me out?” “I’d be delighted.” I moved my hand onto his filthy nappy and started to rub it over his penis. I then remembered that Paula had put a terry nappy and plastic pants over the massively soiled disposable that I’d been wearing earlier. With the best will in the world I was going to struggle to excite his penis through that kind of padding. I leant across and kissed him on the lips and then pushed my hand down the front of his nappy into the mess that Paula had pooped into it earlier. I found his penis, which was already very hard.Simon gasped as I grabbed it. I squeezed it gently and then started to pull him off, kissing him passionately on the lips as I did so. One of his hands found my tits, the other groped my arse through my nappy. I got the impression that this was every dream come true for Simon. He came quickly, spunking into my hand. To be honest, I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did. As Simon recovered from his mighty ejaculation, it occurred to me that removing my hand from his nappy was going to be problematic. We were in a cot, and I couldn’t see any way I would be able to get my hand out and cleaned up without creating one hell of a poopy mess. There was only one possible solution. “MUMMY!! MAMAAA!!”

The need to pee urgently started with an enlarged prostate. A stroke made this worse - and some of the medication I now take has probably not helped. I had a couple of VERY embarrassing accidents which resulted in me making a decision to wear incontinence pants and thicker nappies dependent upon my confidence levels of reaching a loo in time. My AB inclinations didn't really effect my decision, but I have to admit to occasionally peeing (or pooping) myself deliberately, which has been pleasurable! I also have an element of bowel incontinence which I assume is stroke related - I sometimes poop myself uncontrollably while peeing. So far this has only happened at home, but I'm waiting for a public disaster. Wearing nappies has removed a great deal of stress from my life - incontinence without protection is not a lot of fun!!

Chapter 16 Simon said he’d a couple of calls to make and left the room. “Mama” I cried. I knew the rules and wasn’t going to break them now. “Shhhhh baby” said Paula “Mummy will say when you’re allowed to talk. For now you’re a baby - come here.” I toddled across to the sofa where Paula was sitting. She was unbuttoning her top. “This will make my baby feel better” she said as she pulled her tit from her nursing bra and, lying me over her lap, pushed its teat into my mouth. I was soon suckling contentedly and quietly. It was like she had magic boobs - all my troubles, stresses and fears melted away. She lent over me and kissed me gently on the head. “You really are such a lovely baby.” “I looked up at her. She was smiling contentedly at me. She seemed to be getting as much from this as I was. “To take you on as my baby, and for the man who’ll be paying your wages, I have to know that you’ll be obedient in stressful situations. I have to know that if I ask you to fulfil a role, you will do exactly what we’ve agreed whatever happens. Do you understand?” I unlatched from her breast. “Yes Mama.” “Good girl” Paula replied whilst putting me back on her tit, “Diane is a dear friend of our. She’s a domme and you were being tested. I’m sorry it might have seemed a little harsh, but we’ve checked out your sub webpages and we know that you offer spanking, punishment and hardsports so we put together a scenario within your kink boundaries but which we felt would challenge you in your commitment to me and my instructions.” “If this was too much for you and you wish to not proceed any further with us, then that’s fine and we’ll compensate you fully for your time with us plus a bonus of £5,000. Would you like to continue or shall I arrange for David to drop you home?” “I want to stay Mama.” “I’m so pleased, Baby, I really am.” And so was I. I was pleased that I’d passed the test. Challenging though it was, mostly because of the uncertainty around my situation, there were certainly aspects of it that I’d be filing away for future sessions of self-pleasure! Speaking of which, I was bursting for another pee and I was looking forward to another wet nappy. “Mama, wee-wee” Paula put her left hand on the front of my nappy while her right hand cradled my head to her breast. “Pee now for Mummy” I peed. She felt the warmth spread across the front of my nappy, spreading between my legs. As I finished peeing she started to caress the front of my nappy, gradually pushing harder on my sex, before slipping her hand down inside to let her fingers explore my wet cunt. “You’re going to be my baby, Louise. You’re going to be a helpless infant, pissing and pooping in your nappy with no control. It won’t matter who’s there - you’ll be exposed as the baby you so truly are. I’ll change you where and when I like - and in company. You’ll have no say over what happens to you. If you ever, ever, speak out or question anything - I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget. Now - tell me you want to be my baby” I pulled away from her breast and said, with total honesty “I want to be your baby, mama. I want to be in nappies all the time. I love you changing my dirty bum.” She smiled and guided my head back to her breast. I sucked so hard on her tit, reaching across to the other and feeling its perfect form as she expertly explored fingered me to climax. I was so in the moment. I had this incredible, beautiful woman holding me, feeding me from her breasts and pleasuring me. I came quickly. I came fiercely. “MAMA!” As before, Paula kept me on her breast. My suckling was calm, tender. My equilibrium was restored in the most beautiful way. We heard a noise in the kitchen. “Simon? What are you doing?” “Nothing Mummy” came the reply. Paula wasn’t convinced. “In here, now” Simon, of course, did what he was told. As he entered the room he was wearing a dressing gown. I didn’t think anything of it - Paula on the other hand… “Take that dressing gown off, Simon”. He looked embarrassed, but did what he was told. Underneath he was wearing a very full nappy. The smell soon made its way across to us. The nappy, and the smell, seemed familiar. “Did you get that nappy out of the bin in the kitchen, Simon?” Ahhhh…. The realisation dawned. Simon was wearing the nappy that contained my pee and poop - as well as Diane’s pee and poop. Simon looked properly humiliated. “Come here, you dirty baby” Simon sheepishly made his way to Paula, who swatted his backside as soon as he was within reach. The impact of her hand on the back of his nappy released more of its stale odour. “Well, you filthy little baby. What am I going to do with you?” I wasn’t entirely surprised at this point. I’d seen Simon lick my poop from his finger, so his nappy-love clearly extended at least into the shallow end of coprophilia. That nappy, though, was pee and poop from front to back. “I think you need a spanking, you naughty little baby.” Paula pushed a dummy into my mouth and sat me up beside her on the sofa. She guided Simon over her lap, with his filthy nappy presented raised into the air. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Paula gave him a damn good hiding, although the wet padding of the nappy probably took the brunt of the punishment. Simon was welling up, but it was my suspicion that he wanted to be discovered wearing my filthy nappy and wanted to be punished. I also suspect that he wanted me to see his humiliation. He wasn’t wrong. I was fascinated. Simon had gone from being a clearly successful, wealthy adult, to being my daddy, to being a really, really dirty ‘baby’. I was, after all, a professional submissive, but his descent into humiliation was incredible to behold. “Right baby, get up” Simon stood up and awaited Paula’s command. “I can’t imagine for one moment that you don’t want to play with that little baby-willy now that you’re wearing little Louise’s nappy, do you?” “Yes Mummy” said Simon. “Go and get that changing mat, put in on the floor in front of me and sit on it” Simon did as instructed. “Okay. Now I want you to bounce up and down on your bottom - squish that mess around.” As he was bouncing up and down Paula stood up and lifted me off the sofa. “Have you done a poo in that nappy, Simon?” “No Mummy” “Have you done a wee?” “No Mummy” “If you do a wee-wee and a poo right now, I’ll let you rub your face in Louise’s wet nappy while you wank yourself off for mummy.” I’ve never seen anyone try to pee and poop so hard! Despite the nappy being soaked front and back, it was still possible to see a patch developing as his bladder emptied. You could also hear it, a quiet hissing. His poop wasn’t’t so quiet though - loud, wet farts and the unmistakable sound of more shit being added to the already considerable volume contained within. “Good baby! Filled his nappy for his mummy! What a clever little boy!” As she spoke she grabbed the rear of his nappy and gave it a good squeeze. “Come on Louise, let Simon bury his face in your wet nappy” I was happy to comply. In fact I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my nappy and onto my waiting clitoris. I was as horny as hell. “Grab your little willy and want for mummy” Simon reached into his nappy and pulled his cock out of the top of the nappy. It was, of course, covered in poop. Most of that poop, I reasoned, was Diane’s as she shat on my cunt. Paula pulled my nappy down so that Simon was licking my vulva. He did an incredible job considering his distractions! We came simultaneously. Paula pulled my nappy back up into position. Simon knelt on the changing mat. His walking hand was covered in shit and he looked totally spent, although Paula wasn’t finished with him yet. “Put all your fingers in your mouth, baby. I want those fingers to be nice and clean when you’ve finished sucking on them” Simon did what he was told. Past experience suggested that this was less of a punishment than a treat. He’d be walking off to this memory for some time. “I’m going to get a fresh nappy” said Paula as she left the room. Simon wasn’t in a position to speak, but I went across and kissed him on the top of his head. I then gave his nappy a playful squeeze. Paula returned with a large Terry nappy, pins and a pair of plastic pants. “You’ve been a very naughty baby, Simon, so you can stay in that nappy all night. As it can’t hold any more I’m going to put this over the top so that you don’t make a mess in your cot.” With this she lay him on the changing mat and soon had the terry nappy and plastic pants, a nice shade of pink, in place. After sorting his nappy, she cleaned the remaining poop off his hands and then helped him up and walked him towards the nursery. “Baby Louise will be joining you shortly, but it’s bed time for you,”

This is a little more extreme, so if you don't like poop and spankings... Chapter 15 We finished our bottles and two more appeared. Paula chatted with David. It became apparent that David was on the payroll, but Paula hadn’t been in the UK recently so they’d not caught up. They were clearly being discrete in terms of who was the rich guy behind all of this and what they do, but there were plenty of bits and bobs of everyday trivia they were happy to go over. It was interesting that Simon and I at this point were just being treated like real babies. They kept an eye on us, made sure we were content and protected, but we had nothing to offer the two adults having a conversation. It was baby meal time. Milk, rusks and little jars of baby food. It really wasn’t a patch on the Savoy, I have to say. After what seemed like quite a while, Paula spoke to me. “We have to go out for a while. I’ve arranged a sitter for you. She believes you have a mental age of two. You’re to maintain this role throughout. I don’t want to have to explain this situation to her because you’ve let me down - do you understand?” “Yes Mama” “Also, I’m leaving a baby’s potty. She will try to get you to use the potty at some point but you are absolutely not to do so. You use your nappies. Am I clear?” Yes Mama” “Good. Simon - you go and get ready. Leave your nappy on under your clothes.” “Yes Mama” She then dressed me in clothes that looked childish without being too obviously babyish. My skirt was sweet and pretty short. “This makes any nappy changes a bit easier, Baby” When she finished she stood back and looked at me with affection. “Come with me, Baby Louise.” She took me by the hand and led me into the living room. The oversized push chair was in the room. Looking at it in this new light, as a disabled young woman with the mental age of a toddler, the pushchair could easily have passed without comment in public. I was placed on a rug in the middle of the room and given some cuddly toys to play with. A dummy was pushed into my mouth. David and Simon had just reappeared when the door bell rang. David went off to answer it. An attractive woman, probably about 35. Blond hair, slim but with a big bosom. “This is Diane, sweetheart. She’s going to look after you this evening.” “Has she been fed?” Diane asked. “Yes, but there’s a pack of rusks in the kitchen. There’s also juice in the fridge - use the sippy-cups because she’ll make a mess otherwise. Her potty is just over there” she said, pointing at a pink plastic potty next to a sofa, “I try to sit her on it for a few minutes, but it’s a slow process. She has almost no vocabulary, but she can say ‘poo’ and ‘weewee’, although always after the act, which isn’t much help” “This is all fine.” “Excellent. There’s wine in the kitchen - help yourself to snacks. If you’ve got stuff you want to be doing, just put Cbeebies on the TV, that normally keeps her quiet. As does the dummy. You’ve got my number if you need anything.” “I’m sure we’ll be fine, won’t we Louise?” I looked across like a shy rabbit and cuddled my teddy. I was genuinely nervous about this. Oddly, it was like seeing your family leave as a child when Paula and the others left. I was on my own with a strange woman who saw me as a big toddler and apparently has no idea what’s going on here. She came over to me and squatted on the floor beside me. “Your a pretty little thing, aren’t you sweetie?” I looked at her, sucking my dummy and cuddling my teddy. “Let’s check your nappy” She lifted my skirt and pulled out the back of the nappy, looking to see if there was any poop in there. This was an odd feeling. Satisfied, she turned me and put a couple of fingers in to the front of my nappy to see if I’d peed. I suspect I was a bit wide-eyed by this point. “I’m going to take your nappy off and put you on the potty, sweetie” She lay me back on the floor, undid the tapes and lifted me off the nappy. She then stood up and took both my hands, picking me up and walking me across to the potty, where she sat me down. “Now, you be a good girl and use the potty for me” she said as she retired to the sofa and picked up her iPhone. This was crazy! Sat exposed on a baby’s potty sucking a dummy and cuddling a teddy bear. It was kinda hot. I was in the complete control of this attractive woman who just saw me as a helpless toddler. A few minutes passed and the potty was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t just the potty making ridges in my arse, though. I needed to pee. Badly. I also needed to poop. I wasn’t sure whether it was the castor oil or perhaps Paula had added something to my milk, but it was certainly going to be uncomfortable to hold it. I knew I couldn’t go on the potty - I was given clear instructions - which would’ve been embarrassing enough, but the thought of dirtying my nappy for a stranger to deal with was awkward to say the least. I really didn’t know whether this was all part of Paula’s grand plan or I was just unlucky with my bodily functions being a bit wayward. Diane stirred from her position on the sofa. “Have you been a good girl and used the potty?” She asked as she walked over to me. I sat on the potty, keeping dumb. ”Nothing. Bad girl. You’d better not mess your nappy now, you little brat.” I was a little surprised at Diane’s tone. She was a little rough in taking me off the potty and putting my nappy on, but I really wasn’t expecting a hard slap to my backside when she’d finished. The shock and the desperate state of my bladder was too much for me. I peed. “What the hell are you doing? You’ve just spent fifteen minutes sitting on that potty and now you pee? After I put you in a nappy? You little bitch.” She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me across to the sofa where she lay me across her lap with my bum in the air. The spanking was firm and vigorous. I burst into tears, my dummy dropped from my mouth. I was shocked even though I’d had many spankings in my time, this was different somehow. What was worse was that my tummy was being pushed down onto Diane’s leg. This external pressure combined with what was now an incredible need to poop. Maybe if I had been allowed to sit quietly on the rug cuddling my teddy I’d have been able to keep my nappy clean until Mummy… I mean Paula… came home. “Mama…” I cried. “Poopoo” “Don’t. You. Dare.” Diane punctuated each word with harder smacks on the seat of my nappy. It had the opposite effect to that clearly desired by my babysitter. My bowels emptied noisily into my nappy. “YOU FILTHY LITTLE COW” Diane screamed at me as she pummelled my backside, spreading the mess throughout my nappy. Then she stopped. I was still sobbing as she grabbed my hair and tugged me off her lap and onto my knees on the floor. “STAY THERE” Seeing my dummy lying on the floor I grabbed it and started to suckle. Something had changed in me and I needed it, needed the comfort. Diane returned with a changing mat. I assumed, not unreasonably, that she was going to change my nappy. She roughly positioned me on the mat and started to untape my nappy. “You could have gone on the potty, but had to wait until you had your nappy on. I know you’re an overgrown two-year old, but even toddlers can go on the potty. You must like having a dirty nappy, you filthy little tramp” She opened my nappy and looked down at my hairless cunt and the poop under my arse. “If you like sitting in shit in your nappy, then I can help” With that she pulled her knickers down, hitched up her skirt and squatted over my exposed vulva with her backside facing me. She grabbed my knees to keep my legs in position and pooped. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was right out there even as a scenario in my professional practice, but here with this woman who’s supposed to be babysitting me… The poop was firm and coiled as it landed on my cunt. As soon as she’d finished, and as cool as you like, she reached across for some baby wipes, cleaned her arse and then stood up to readjust her knickers and skirt. She looked down at me with a little smile. “You like poopoo baby? You like poopoo in your nappy? Good.” She then knelt down and pulled the front of the nappy up and into position, covering her pile of shit. I could feel it squidge as she tightened the nappy and taped it up. And then she pushed the front of my nappy down and rubbed it around. "There you go, you lucky girl.” She gave me my teddy and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me into a seated position, forcing my own poop up to meet with hers in the front of my nappy. “I’ll get you some juice, baby” She went off into the kitchen leaving me to ponder what had happened and what was coming next. I was confused and clueless. There was the smell, of course. Fortunately I am used to the smell of poop. I’ve had to deal with punters’ and my own poop on a fairly regular basis. It’s also difficult to distinguish the smell of your own poop from that of another when it’s emanating from your nappy. Diane came back into the room with a sippy-cup. “Here you go little girl, a nice drink of orange juice mixed with my very own pee”. She took my dummy from my mouth and replaced it with the sippy-cup. I knew the rules. I couldn’t let on that I understood what she’d just said without going against Paula’s explicit instructions. I had to assume that she thought I didn’t know what was happening here - she’d put the orange juice in with the pee so that I’d not notice the unpleasant flavour ensuring that I’d just drink it. I couldn’t see any way round it. I sucked and drank. There was a taste of pee - maybe I wouldn’t have noticed if she’d not told me, but it was definitely there. I drank it like I was a dumb baby that didn’t understand what was happening to her. As I drank she started to rub the front of my nappy with her foot. As I finished my sippy-cup, she held me tightly from behind and rocked me backwards and forwards and from side to side. The feeling of poop in my nappy was one that I’d got pretty familiar with over the last day or so, but she certainly wanted to make sure that I was properly coated in excrement. “Oh, hold on a sec.” She disappeared to the kitchen, returning quickly with what seemed to be a jug of pee. “Why waste the rest of this piss?” She said, gathering my skirt out of the way and then pulling the back of my nappy out before pouring the piss down over my arse. “Good girl”, she laughed, as she patted my bottom through the now totally soaked nappy. “Let’s take a few photos of you sat there in your filthy nappy” She placed my dummy back in my mouth and stepped back to take some shots of me from the front, rear and side. She then put me on my belly so she could take photos of the bottom of my nappy. I could only go along with it. She was making it like a game so that the girl with the intellectual capacity of a two-year old wouldn’t get upset. She played with me for a little while before deciding to change my nappy. I didn’t know whether it was because she was expecting Paula and the others to be back or just because she was fed up with the smell, but I was glad to be out of that nappy. The rest of the time passed without event. I was so pleased to hear the door opening. Paula came in with Simon, David wasn’t with them. Paula came straight over and hugged me. “I love you sweetheart, did you miss us?” “Mama” I replied, in my best child-like voice. Simon came over and kissed me on the top of my head. Of course, I wanted to tell them everything that had happened, but Paula suggested Diane stopped for a glass of wine. I was sat on the rug unable to say anything, playing my role. After a few minutes David returned. A while later Diane said she’d have to be off. Paula suggested David run her home, which she seemed pleased to accept. I was relieved to hear the door close behind them.

Your wish.... Chapter 14 I was soon on the changing table. Simon and David moved across to watch while Paula looked down at me. She then wiped up some of the cum on my face, looked at it on the end of her finger, and then pushed the finger into my mouth. “Eat the cum for Mummy”, she said, smiling at me. I had to really know a punter before I’d consume any of their fluids, but I guessed that Paula had passed that test. There was the money, of course, which was underpinning my actions and responses, but it was also sexy - the thought of being subjugated and made to eat the cum of two men (or at least one man and one man-baby) from my face was making me horny. Like a good girl I opened my mouth and took the finger in, sucking the cum and then licking it clean. Paula repeated the exercise, finding another finger-full of cum for my enjoyment. Once I’d finished sucking on her finger, she took a baby wipe and cleaned up the residual cum from my face. “You’ve earned a little treat, Baby.” Paula reached across and picked up a cordless Magic Wand vibrator. She switched it on and pushed it into my filthy nappy, pressuring my clitoris. Oh it felt so good. “David, I want you to take over here and stimulate her with the vibrator. Simon, I want you to push your finger up her arse”. I wasn’t exactly surprised that her boys did exactly as they were told - I didn’t think that many would dare to stray from her commands, but they certainly showed themselves as enthusiastic little helpers! The Magic Wand was doing its thing, but feeling Simon’s hand in my poopy nappy with his finger right up my anal passage was surprisingly hot. Paula picked up my head, cradling it while she again released her boob and placed it in my mouth for me to suckled. And suckle I did. I’d encountered most things in my time as a professional submissive, but this was new. It was also bloody amazing. I had no idea how much I needed to be breast-fed. It was a revelation. It didn’t hurt that David was massaging my tits with his spare hand too. Every erogenous zone was going into the red. I lost all control as they pleasured me. My still rather loose bowels emited wet farts in abundance and I’m pretty sure I pooped on David’s hand. I certainly wet myself. I held tightly onto Paula as she held me in an incredibly protective, nurturing way. And then I came. It really was like the end of the world - I was completely spent. Simon and David pulled away, but Paula kept me on her breast, knowing that I needed her mother’s love, her mother’s milk as I reemerged from what had been an incredible experience. Once I’d settled down, Paula cleaned up Simon. I’d seen him put his poopy fingers - my poop - into his mouth while I was nursing. Simon was really very kinky. Even with an audience I really enjoyed the nappy change that followed. I must have been an incredible mess down there, but Paula just exuded that maternal ‘done it all before’ vibe - and it really felt like it was an act of love. “Could you get the babies bottles, David?” David left the room. Paula sat me next to her and gave me a cuddle. “You’re doing really well sweetheart. I was going to tell you more about the potential opportunity, but I’m going to press on with the assessment and we’ll talk later. From this point on you’re in baby mode. You’ll have an age of about two - a toddler still in nappies. Whilst in baby mode you can’t question anything. Do you understand?” “Yes mama.” “Good girl. Let’s see if you have what it takes to be a real baby.” David returned with the milk, giving a bottle to Simon and myself. We were sat on the floor with our bottles. We looked quite content, Simon certainly looked happy enough, he seemed quite at home. I had loads of questions - for myself as much as for Paula. I was worried about how long I could keep this up. This had all been immense fun, but could I cope with the everyday boredom of a baby’s life - realistically, could I be a baby 24 hours a day for any length of time?

Chapter 13 “Ah. The castor oil is still working then. If you’re happy to continue with the assessment, we’ll get the car round to take us to the flat.” I nodded in agreement. “Good. Simon, can you tidy up here and I’ll send the car back for you and all the kit.” Simon nodded. It looked like all this was pre-arranged. The car was waiting for us at the front of the Savoy. The driver opened the door and we climbed into the back seat. “David here is ‘one of us’ so to speak, and won’t mind if a baby fills her nappy one little bit. In fact, I think I will insist that you poop right now, Baby Louise.” Regardless of anything, I was desperate to go and complied with Paula’s order without hesitation. The castor oil ensured that my poop was very loose, which resulted in a very noisy, explosive evacuation. I went a little red with embarrassment. “I don’t need to check your nappy this time, do I? Exclaimed Paula. “Come on sweetheart, onto my tittie, let’s feed the little baby”. I did as I was told - thankful for the blacked out windows of the limo and, it has to be said, for the opportunity to be back on Paula’s breasts. It was like all my stress left me as I suckled. The car turned a corner and then pulled up by the side of the road. Paula unlatched me from her boob and straightened her clothing. I knew I stank but I’d already gained trust and confidence in Paula, so I got out of the car without any anxiety of exposure. She took my hand and led me to a door. “This is our London ‘playpen’. It’s a home from home when we’re in the city. I think you’ll like it.” The door opened into a large hallway. Very modern, very stylish. Paula closed the door and then led me through a smart living room into a corridor. She opened a door and walked me in. It was unexpected! It was, really, WOW. It was a baby’s nursery only just about everything was upscaled. There was a cot, a playpen, a changing table - even an oversized baby bouncer. “Let’s get these silly adult clothes off you - babies don’t wear grown-up clothes now, do they?” “No mamma” I replied. I was naked in no time. Apart from my nappy, of course. It was wet, from Simon’s pee, and messy but Paula hadn’t indicated that I was due a change and I knew that it wasn’t my place to ask. “Mummy’s got some things to do, so I’m going to put you in the baby bouncer to keep you out of trouble.” The bouncer hung from the ceiling and had a harness to hold the baby in place around the waist and between the legs. She had me climb steps up to the seat, strapping me in before sitting me down and pulling the steps away. The mess in my nappy spread everywhere. Paula then pushed and pulled me so that I was bouncing up and down vigorously - the feeling in my nappy was quite incredible. And so was the smell. Paula didn’t seem bothered at all. She put some mittens on my hands which were strapped on so that I couldn’t remove them. She then pushed a dummy in between my lips and handed me a sweet teddy bear to cuddle before leaving the room. I don’t know how long I hung there. Naked apart from my nappy, my nether regions caked in a heady mix of Simon’s pee and my poop with no watch, no phone to distract me. The mittens ensured that I couldn’t free myself. I did find that bouncing stimulated my erogenous zones, though, and kept myself amused by keeping myself on the verge of a massive orgasm. The only interruption was a sudden and desperate need to pee. I don’t know whether the harness was putting extra pressure on my bladder, but I really lost control and flooded my nappy. Once this little drama had passed it was back to the odd situation of overcoming what should have been a boring imprisonment by maintaining a state of sexual excitement. Eventually the door opened. I maintained my baby posture - bouncing, cuddling my bear and sucking on my dummy. Paula was accompanied by Simon and David, the chauffeur, who had brought the clothes, nappies and other accoutrement from the Savoy. Obviously I was familiar with Simon, but I really wasn’t expecting David to see me in this state. He looked across at me and I went red with embarrassment. He smiled back with understanding and compassion. At first it didn’t seem that Paula had noticed, but as the guys were putting things away she came over towards me and softly said: “You’re a baby Louise. It doesn’t matter if you’re naked in a stinky nappy, you have no control over the situation. There’s no need to be embarrassed - no one expects anything else of you.” She then put her hand under my seat and pushed me upwards. “What a beautiful bouncing baby!” “Come on Simon, let’s get you out of those clothes” Simon’s adult clothes were removed and Paula did a nappy check. “Wet again? Let’s get you changed.” I resisted the temptation to shout “Oi!!” Paula took him over to the changing table and quickly had him cleaned up and in a fresh nappy. “Let’s get Louise down and put the two of you in the playpen” I was happy to be released from the bouncer, but it made me feel even more exposed to David, who I still saw as a stranger. Simon held my hand and we walked across to the playpen. Once inside Paula shut the gate behind us. “David, come over here” David did as he was told, standing by the side of the playpen. Paula undid his flies and pulled his dick out. She gave it a little kiss and then looked across to me. “Come on Baby Louise, let’s try a different dummy shall we?” I went across and knelt down, taking David’s cock in my hands and placing it carefully in my mouth. It stiffened almost immediately. “Good girl” Paula said. I’d considerable experience of oral in my line of work so I like to think I have a certain talent, one enhanced by the fact that I’d spent most of the last 24 hours sucking on something or other! David certainly seemed to be enjoying the experience. He reached down and played with my small but rather pert tits, which I always appreciated. Simon had crawled behind me and was fondling my nappy. I was already in a state of heightened sexual tension, and this was close to pushing me over the edge. Temporary relief was provided by David his his dick from my mouth and covering my face with cum. Paula wasn’t finished with us yet, though. “Baby Simon - lie on your back. Louise, I want you to sit on his face and pull him off. Like a good girl”. I mounted Simon and squashed my nappy into his face. He held me firm, rubbing his face into the filthy nappy, putting pressure on my clit which was caked in poop by this stage. He was rock hard. I wanked him with my right hand whilst massaging him through his nappy. As he reached his peak there was one little bonus. A wet stream of poop and gas erupted from my backside; the castor oil’s finale. Simon’s face was only separated from this by the padding of my nappy. It was no great surprise by this stage that my somewhat flamboyant pooping of my nappy was right up there on Simon’s sexual fantasy wish-list and his spunk joined David’s on my face. I think Simon would have stayed under my dirty nappy forever but Paula broke the spell, taking my hands and lifting me up. “You’ve been an exceptionally good girl. I think it’s time to get you cleaned up.

Due to incontinence more than preference I now wear almost all the time - but this is going to be my first summer. No one has, to my knowledge, noticed anything - but winter layers have certainly helped. I guess I'll stick with loose fitting clothing. Maybe I'll get a few onesies??

Glad I'm not on my own on this one. I've definitely been getting a better night's sleep since I started diapering up every night. I still wake to pee, but it's back to sleep almost immediately. I struggle with fatigue anyway, so this is a major benefit for me. Making the leap into diapers full-time ain't a hardship for most of us, but I wonder whether health professionals recommend this to folks struggling with Nocturia and its impacts.