[A Perfect Fit]

On 5/8/2024 at 11:00 PM, D503 said:

Nice. I mean, cleaning-up could include spoon feeding cum lol.

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?

[A Perfect Fit]

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.

[Trying to figure out how to best wear diapers during the summer months.]

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??

[Nocturia, diapers and a good night's sleep!]

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.

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 12

Having my nappy changed was becoming routine. Paula was so obviously experienced it raised all sorts of questions in my mind but I was happy enough to keep to my role and see how things panned out. Once she’d changed my nappy it was Simon’s turn. She placed his bum on the changing mat and pulled me across so that I had a good view. Simon’s role in all this intrigued me. He seemed to be the man in control when I met him as my ‘daddy’, but he totally surrendered to Paula and was certainly enjoying his new role as her baby.

Before I’d reached any conclusions we were both fresh, nappied and dressed for lunch.

“Baby time is over for now, sweetie” she said to me. “We’re going to have a nice lunch and you’ll need to be in adult mode for at least a little while!”

Lunch, as I’d expected, was very nice indeed and was accompanied by a very nice bottle of Chianti. I did my absolute best to stay in the moment and enjoy my lunch, and the company, but there was a nagging sense of anticipation whilst I waited for Paula to make her proposal.

On the arrival of coffee Paula asked the waiting staff to clear the table and then for us not to be disturbed for an hour as we had business to discuss. As the door closed Paula reached into her bag and pulled out a couple of dummies, placing one in my mouth, the other in Simon’s.

“Okay Baby Louise, I want you to pull your skirt up to show mummy your nappy.”

I did as I was told and Paula checked my nappy front and back. It was dry and clean.

“Come here Baby Simon”

Simon went across and Paula pulled his trousers down, and then carried out a similar inspection on his nappy.

“What good babies you are. Now, back to your seats.”

We both sat down and readied ourselves for what was the only meeting I’d ever attended whilst suckling on a dummy!

“I don’t know whether you’ve tied the last day in with your application for the long term contract for a submissive young lady with interests in role play and age play, Louise?”

I didn’t even speak - my wide eyes and general look of shock was all Paula needed to continue.

“Good. We need to be sure that our choices are good ones at each step of the process. You’ve been obedient, enthusiastic and eager to please since arriving at the hotel. You also appear to have enjoyed yourself - is that the case?”

“Yes, I have. I enjoy my work anyway - I try to get the best out of everything I do. I know that people find that a bit surprising. I’ve certainly enjoyed my time with Simon and yourself - it’s been fun!’’

“That’s good to hear. On the telephone we suggested that the interview and selection process would take three days and you’ve cleared the first day successfully. You may also be pleased to know that the agreed fee for the selection process will be in addition to the money you’ve agreed with Simon here over the last day.”

“Thank you”. Whatever else happened, my bank balance was looking pretty healthy.

“No problem. Let me explain to you the position we’re recruiting for and then you can tell me whether or not you want to complete the selection process.

I leant forward, fascinated.

“We’re looking for a baby, toddler, nappy-wearing companion for a man who is wealthy and well-known. Before he was famous he would have used your services in the same way as any of your other punters. He can’t really do that now - the risk of exposure is too high. Behind closed doors you will be his baby sister, toy, lover, whatever he wants. He will take different roles but you’ll always be in nappies. You’ll not use a toilet for the length of the contract without express permission. I will be your mummy throughout. You’ll never be mistreated, but you will be expected to sign over all your adult rights. You’ll be my baby and, like any baby, you’ll live by my rules. Are we okay so far?”

“Yes. I think I can do this.”

Paula smiled. “Good girl. As he’s often busy, it will be me that you’ll spend most of your time with. I’ll change you, dress you, put you to bed and make sure that you’re happy. He pays the bills, though. Anything he wants, he gets. Do you understand?”

Yes. I’m sure this is okay for me.”

“Mummy” said Simon, “I need a wee”

“Good boy, that’s very timely because we need to continue Baby Louise’s training. Come here, both of you. We stood in front of her and she moved us so that we were facing each other before pulling down Simon’s trousers and reaching into his nappy for his willy. She then lifted up my skirt and pushed his cock into the waistband of my nappy.

“Now, Baby Simon, go wee-wees for your mummy”.

He did as he was told. I felt a strong stream of hot piss running over my cunt before being absorbed by my nappy. Paula held us in position, one hand on each nappied backside while Simon peed. He looked into my eyes - part horny, part sheepish. I smiled back.

“Well done both of you” Paula seemed happy with her work. She popped our dummies back in, adjusted our clothing and sat us back down at the table.

“Before we go over the boring stuff, I need to let you know that there is a small community who will see you as a baby. To those folks you will be a helpless little girl who has to do what she’s told. You’ll have no control at all. If I want to change your poopy nappy in front of them, or put you on the potty, or strip you naked and spank you - you’ll have no say. This community consists of friends from the Adult Baby / Diaper Lover fetish community, such as Simon here, as well as girls who have trodden the same path that you’re now starting on. We’ve not lost touch with any of our ‘babies’ and you’ll meet them from time to time.”

She looked across at me to make sure I was still on board. Happy, she continued: “There are and will continue to be limits around what is acceptable in public. We don’t involve anyone in our fetish games surreptitiously. Whilst you will be wearing - and using - your nappies in public we will take care that no one knows or suspects what’s going on. You’ll probably be dressed in a manner younger than your years, but in a way that it looks like a fun, not a fetish, thing.”

I nodded in agreement, but I had a pressing matter of my own to discuss.

“Mummy. I wanna poo.”

 

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 11

“Has Simon been a good Daddy, Baby?”

I was still nursing on her full breast. I unlatched and replied: “Yes Mama”

“That’s good to hear. Do you think he deserves a treat?

Intrigued, I happily replied again “Yes Mama”.

“Good girl, that’s very sweet of you. Now, being a grown up is very responsible and often comes with great pressure. Wouldn’t it be nice if Simon could spend a little bit of time as a baby boy, being looked after by his mama and loved by his baby sister?”

“That would be lovely Mama!”

She kissed me on my forehead and lay me down on the bed as she got up from the bed and went over to Simon, who was waiting expectantly. This was an interesting twist in the proceedings!

Paula quickly undressed Simon and then had him lay on the bed next to me. Intrigued and excited as to how all of this was going to play out, and feeling genuine warmth for Simon, I reach out to him and held his hand. He turned his head towards me and smiled happily.

“Time for your nappy, Baby Simon.”

Paul went off to gather supplies before returning with a rather large nappy decorated with dinosaurs. It looked properly babyish.

As she placed the nappy under Simon’s bum she asked: “Has baby Simon been to the potty for a poo-poo today?”

“No Mummy.”

“Oh dear. We don’t want baby to be constipated, do we? I’ll pop a couple of suppositories up your little bum-hole to sort that out, sweetie.”

Simon had been very adept at nappy changing, but Paula was even better. A dummy was pushed into his mouth and Daddy was Baby in no time at all.

“Come on you two, on the floor. You can play with your toys.”

The toys weren’t massively interesting, to be honest, but it was fun playing with Simon. He encouraged me to sit on a big plushie bear and bounce up and down. My poop was going everywhere and I really stank, but neither Simon nor Paula seemed to care. Paula sat and watched us play before starting to dictate its direction and pace.

“Baby Louise, I want you to reach into Simon’s nappy and take out his little baby willy.”

I did as I was told. I could feel it stiffen as soon as I held it.

“Good girl. That’s your special dummy. I want you to suck on it nicely for Mummy.”

I did exactly what I was told.

Good girl. Now lie on Simon with your stinky nappy in his face. Keep sucking on your special dummy sweetheart”

I moved myself into position. Simon pushed his face into my filthy nappy, pushing onto my sex with some vigour. This was certainly having an effect on me - and Simon was soon ready to come, his back arching with the tension and pleasure of having what was clearly one of his sexual fantasies come true. As he came he also filled his nappy. I’m not entirely sure it was a deliberate act - it seemed as though the suppositories removed what little control he had at the point of orgasm. He ejaculated in my mouth - something I never allow normally and, a wild decision of the moment, I swallowed.

“Well. You two babies play very nicely together. So sweet.”

We sat on the floor, surrounded by toys, in our dirty nappies.

As you’ve been such good babies, mummy’s going to feed you both together. Come up on the bed”

She soon had us in position, sucking on our Mama’s breasts. Her hand first fondled the back of my nappy and then moved to the front, massaging my sex through the nappy before moving inside. The touch of her fingers on my sex was electric. She touched me in all the right places, in all the right ways. My vagina was covered in poop but she clearly didn’t care, using my own excrement as if some exotic massage oil. I suckled her milky breasts as she expertly took me to orgasm.

I don’t think I’d ever experienced an orgasm like it.

And what I had never realised up until that moment is that feeding upon a mother’s breast is the most beautiful way to ‘come down’ from an orgasm. It was so calming, so nurturing; I felt so loved and secure when I knew in reality that I didn't know these people and it was only a job Still, in that moment I was in heaven.

“Okay babies, time to change those stinky nappies and then I have booked a private room for lunch. This has all been perfect - but it’s time to get down to business. I have a proposal for you, Baby Louise.

[Diapers In Public]

I now suffer from urge incontinence and, although I can go without a diaper if I'm on familiar ground and there's an easily accessible toilet, I wear a diaper most days when I'm out. I don't have any problem with it, I do try to be mindful of what clothes I wear to disguise the bulge, but I'm pretty sure that no one has ever noticed. In any case - I'd rather someone noticed a slight diaper bulge that a massive wet spot!

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 10

“Oh she is a good girl.”

Paul was smiling at Simon and talking about me as though I really was an uncomprehending baby.

“Yes, she’s been everything we were looking for. She’s beautiful, slim and seems to be enjoying herself. She’s been a proper submissive.”

“Well, she’s certainly got the look of a helpless baby right now. This nappy is drooping between her legs, the dummy is in her mouth - this is a good look.”

As she talked to Simon she took my hand and pulled me across to her and then placed her hand on the seat of my nappy. And pushed! Poop mushed against my backside.

“Let’s get her into a more appropriate outfit.”

With that Paula went over to the wardrobe and picked out an outfit. I have to admit it was cute - a bodysuit with under crotch poppers “for an easy nappy change” with a skirt that was clearly too short to cover the nappy. And a matching bonnet.

She stripped me of my adult clothes and I was soon dressed as a ‘proper’ baby. Both of them complimented me on my cuteness, saying that I looked like a pretty baby girl. They also teased me that I stink like a little baby girl too!

This was all, even with a heaving, smelly nappy, fun. Things were about to get a bit tricky though.

“Go and get the pushchair, Simon”.

I’d not seen a pushchair, but Simon returned with what appeared to be a slightly larger than normal pushchair and opened it up. I was sat in the stroller by Paula, the poop in my nappy spreading into every conceivable part of my nether regions. I was wide eyed by this point. My suckling on my dummy stopped briefly as I cried “Mama” I stuck to the rules - this gig was too well paid to screw up - and, even though any public viewing of me in this state would be mortifying, there was a big part of me that was sexually excited.

The anxiety had another effect. My bowels released more poop into my nappy. I wasn’t expecting it and I couldn’t control it either. I hadn’t asked permission. I looked at Paula pleadingly.

She smiled at me as she strapped me in.

“That’s okay sweetheart, you’re a proper baby now. Are you ready to go for a walk, little Louise? Shake your head for no, nod for yes”

The test of a true submissive is trust. I decided that I was safe in their hands - if they were going to take me out like this it would be them that would have to take the flak.

I nodded.

Simon grabbed the handles and started to wheel me to the door. As he opened the door and started to push me into the corridor Paula placed her hand upon his shoulder and said softly “Stop Simon. Bring her back into the room and close the door.”

Simon pushed me back into the room. Paula bent down and released my straps and took my hands in hers.

“Come on baby, on the bed.”

I went with her to the bed. She lay me down over her lap and undid the buttons on her blouse.

“I’m sure my little girl’s hungry after all that excitement”

She pulled open her blouse and revealed, to my surprise, a nursing bra. I couldn’t believe what was happening, She pulled out her boob and placed the teat between my lips. I suckled straight away, tasting her milk. Her right hand was supporting my head onto her boob, her left reached down to my nappy and slowly rubbed, the crinkling noise of the nappy combining with the soft squelching of the mess within. This was relaxing, comforting.

Feeling a familiar pressure in my bladder I pulled away briefly from her milky tit and said, in my best baby voice, “Wee-wee Mama”.

Pulling me back onto her boob, she gave the command and my nappy absorbed the flood of warm pee.

“You’re such a good girl, Louise. You’ll be perfect.”

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 9

I must have been shattered. I slept like a log, just waking up once for a pee - remembering the nappy and enjoying the total lack of responsibility as I wet myself and went back to sleep. Simon woke me gently, placing the teat of a baby bottle in my mouth and encouraging me to suckle.

“I see you’ve wee-weed in your nappy overnight Baby. That’s a good girl. You’re going to need to mess your nappy pretty badly soon, but I’d like you to hold it. I want us to have a nice breakfast downstairs before Mummy gets here - and I want you to have a clean nappy for mummy. Is that okay, Baby?”

“Yes Daddy - I’ll try my best not to poo in my nappy.”

“Good girl!”

It was a bold commitment. I already felt the need to poop. However, I wanted to give it my best shot.

“I’ll get a quick shower and then I’ll change your wet nappy and get you ready for breakfast. While I’m in the shower you can finish this bottle of baby milk.”

He replaced the nipple in my mouth and I dutifully suckled as instructed. As he showered I lay in bed, feeling the warmth of my wet nappy between my legs, and savoured the now familiar taste of the baby milk. I wondered what the day would bring.

He emerged from the bathroom still drying himself with a towel. I’d finished my bottle and was looking forward to a clean nappy. I was enjoying the process of having my nappy changed. It was an act of surrender, which I enjoyed, together with the pleasure of him rubbing and wiping my erogenous zones - perhaps more than was strictly necessary!

Although my nappy was pretty thick, it was well disguised by my clothes and we made an inconspicuous - although attractive - couple at breakfast. Once again he was good company. I asked about the lady who was to be joining us, but was told I’d just have to wait. I was told that I’d be in full baby mode until she said otherwise. I could call him Dadda, her mama, but the only other words I could use were “peepee” and “poopoo” - I should tell mama when I was about to do either and await permission. It was intriguing.

As we finished breakfast I could really feel the effects of the caster oil. I needed to poop but I was still capable of hanging on - for the moment, at least.

Simon’s phone beeped and he quickly replied to a message.

“Come on baby, let’s get back to our room - mummy is on her way and she won’t want to be kept waiting.”

As we entered the lift he slipped the dummy into my mouth again and reached under my skirt to give me a nappy check.

“Still clean. What a good little girl.”

The dummy stayed in for the short walk down the corridor to the room, where he unlocked the door and guided me in ahead of him.

As I entered I saw an attractive woman sitting in one of the armchairs. She looked at me with a warm smile.

“So this is Baby Louise?”

“Yes Paula” said Simon “And she’s been a very good girl for her daddy”.

“Go and give your mummy a cuddle, Baby”

I waddled across to Paula in my best baby-fashion for a cuddle. Paula stood up and hugged me warmly, kissing me on the cheek and patting my well-padded bottom.

“Isn’t she a sweetheart, Daddy?”

“She certainly is. She probably has something to ask you though. What do you want to ask Mummy, Baby?”

He’d read my mind, breakfast and moving around had really put the laxatives to work. My belly was about to explode. But I remembered the limits of my baby vocabulary.

“Poopoo Mama?” I asked, in my best babyish lisp.

“Not yet, Baby” she replied. “Mummy wants her baby girl undressed so that she can see her in all her humiliated glory”

Simon grabbed me and started stripping my adult clothes, leaving me naked except for my nappy.

“She’s perfect, Simon. She’s a pretty little thing, petite, small boobs. Absolutely perfect.”

Whist compliments are always appreciated, I was more preoccupied with the urgent need to let loose my bowels into my nappy. I sucked intently on my dummy, desperately trying not to lose control.

“Mama, poopoo? Poopoo Mama!”

She looked at me with a little smile.

“One second Baby Louise”

She grabbed my waist and turned me around. She wanted to see the full impact of my bowels on this nappy.

“Okay Baby, fill that nappy for me with your poopoo”.

To be honest, it was out of my control. My stomach gurgled as the dam burst and I shat myself; there was nothing that I could have done to stop it and it wasn’t discrete. The farting must’ve been heard in Parliament it was so loud. And the stink! How that nappy coped, I can’t imagine. I thought it would never stop. It was a massive relief, It was also excruciatingly humiliating. But also as hot as hell. I was really, really enjoying this.

 

 

 

 

[Nocturia, diapers and a good night's sleep!]

I have suffered with Nocturia for some time now - an irritating side effect of an enlarged prostate and just getting old. I probably have to wake to pee two or three times a night. Often I struggle to get back to sleep and have been losing a lot of sleep as a result. 

I use diapers during the day now because I suffer with urge incontinence, which came on as a result of the enlarged prostate worsened by a stroke. I'd not taken to wearing diapers at night (recreational purposes aside!!) because I was still getting to the loo without peeing the bed. However - a chat with my doctor revealed something that was blindingly obvious really: although I wasn't peeing the bed, I was experiencing massive stress as I was waking up bursting for a pee and needing to rush to the loo, barely making it. It was this stress that was leaving me wide awake and hence preventing me getting back to sleep. Wearing protection may prevent the stress, I was told.

The results are clear - I definitely get more and better sleep if I wear a diaper. I wake, I pee, I sleep! Sleep is so important and wearing a diaper has really improved my nights. Fatigue is a real problem since my stroke and this has probably been the most effective measure I've found so far.

I'm not one of those who wants to lose control, I've always been happy to keep my diaper 'hobby' separate to my day-to-day existence, but with my current health 'challenges' wearing diapers has made my life less stressful and better day and night. 

I was going to post this in the medical incontinence thread, but thought that Nocturia is a more general problem. Also - if you're looking for an excuse to wear at night!!

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 8

We lay quietly for a little while before Simon whispered in my ear “would my baby girl like a nappy change before bedtime?”

“Yes Daddy, my nappy is very full!”

“Okay baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

As before he tackled the cleanup with practised expertise. This time, however, the nappy was an incredible mess. I stank and was covered in poop. He soon had me clean again.

“Would you like to take a shower, Baby?”

“Yes please Daddy!” I replied.

He left me to take a shower. It gave me a few minutes to think about the course of events. It had been quite a day, strangely a lot of fun and my bank account was certainly going to feel the benefit. I was on the clock until the morning, though, and I wondered what else was in store.

Returning into the bedroom I saw a nappy was ready for me on the bed. My dummy was placed in my mouth and I was guided onto the bed where the new, thick, babyish nappy was placed under my bum. Simon powdered me, rubbing the baby powder gently around my vagina and backside, spending a little bit of extra time on my clit.

“That’s so nice Daddy!” I said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, little girl.”

He put me in a clean nappy and stood back to examine his handiwork.

“You’re a very beautiful little girl, Louise”

“Thank you Daddy”

“Are you free tomorrow? I’d like to book you for another 24 hours.”

I hadn’t got any bookings and was planning a day off, but the money was too good resist and I was a little curious as to how this was going to pan out.

“That would be lovely Daddy.”

“A couple of things though. Firstly, I want you to be completely dependent on your nappies, so I have some caster oil I’d like you to take. I’m going to suggest a little bonus of £500 on top of your agreed rates.

I thought about it for a second. I’d spent the evening in dirty nappies with little control and couldn’t see how this could be any worse.

“Okay Daddy”

“Secondly I want you to meet a friend of mine - a lady. She’s very nice and she’ll be your mummy while we’re with her. Is that okay?”

“Yes Daddy, but I charge additional fees for couples and groups.”

“That’s perfectly okay Baby. I’ll give you the cash now and then we’re all sorted for the moment.”

He went to the safe and took out a fairly substantial wad of cash. He counted out the agreed amount and handed it over. It was something like four times as much as I’d ever made from a single encounter.

“Thank you Daddy!!”

While I was putting the cash in my purse, Simon was making up a bottle.

“Here you go baby. I’ve mixed the caster oil with orange juice to make it a little more palatable.”

He pulled me to him on the bed and placed the nipple of the bottle into my mouth.  I dutifully suckled. It wasn’t very pleasant, but it the 500 quid made it slip down all the better!

As I finished my bottle Simon reminded me that any toilet needs overnight were to be left in the nappy - not in the toilet. He left a bottle of baby milk on my bedside table, kissed me and then held me as I drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 7

 

This was the dichotomy of a sub. On the one hand I was being ‘used’ (although I was admittedly being well paid for it): my nappy was full of shit and piss, Simon had me sat on his lap with his finger on my clit. On the other, though (and still bearing in mind I was being paid) I felt loved and protected. Now, I’m not an idiot - I’m well aware that this was a commercial transaction and that we’d go back to our own lives as soon as it had run its course - but in the moment it felt good, it felt real. One of the perks of the job, so to speak.

Simon’s hands squeezed my waist, picking me up and standing me on the floor.

“I want you to do a baby-dance now Louise. I want you to dance for Daddy, shaking your nappy and telling me how much you love being my baby. Remember - you’re nothing but an incontinent, helpless baby and I want to see you humiliate yourself”.

I turned round to him, still sucking on the teat of my dummy, and started to dance. I figured that moving my sex and ass were the key to success here, getting my filthy nappy moving rhythmically.

“I love you Daddy”

“I’ve messed my nappy Daddy, I’ve done poopoo and peepee in my nappy”

I rubbed the front of my nappy. It seemed huge now it was so swollen, and the feel of the soft, wet poop against my cunt was a new experience.

Simon reach over and, with his left hand pulling back on my tummy, pushed my nappy right between my buttocks with his right hand, almost lifting me off the ground. My bowels were still a bit volatile and another loud, wet fart escaped me.

“Dirty baby” he said as he undid his flies and pulled his cock out. “I want you to suck on Daddy’s special pacifier, baby”.

Spitting my dummy out, I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth, sucking and exploring it with my tongue. He didn’t take long to come. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him cum on my face.

All was silent for a few moments.

“Do you want to come now, Baby?”

“Yes Daddy”

“Come over to the bed then”

He led me over holding my hand and then lifted me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and put his arm under my neck, resting my head on his chest. His free hand played with my tits, gently pinching my nipples.

“Go ahead Baby, masturbate for Daddy”.

My hand reached into my nappy, I felt for my clit and started to frig myself, rubbing myself through the soft poop that covered everything. People always assume that we don’t get any sexual pleasure from our encounters but that wasn’t my experience. A lot of my punters wanted me to come and, although many just ‘get off’ on watching me masturbate there were certainly some who seemed keen to ‘share the pleasure’.

It didn’t take me any longer than it took Simon. Sated, I fell back into his arms.

[Molicare Brand]

I bought a pack of the Molicare Premium Elastic 2 tape diapers mostly as a discrete but absorbent incontinence product than pandering to my AB needs - although the two tape thing was mostly that! I'd read the review here https://blog.diapermetrics.com/2023/08/molicare-premium-elastic-10d.html and went for the small size. On arrival they only just fit!

They are really comfortable though and incredibly discrete - probably more so than the pull-ups I've mostly been wearing out. They seem pretty absorbent - but one of the tapes failed during the night. I thought I'd poop this morning and had a massive blow out. 

Overall I'd buy again for my incontinence needs - I'd definitely go a size up next time though. 

They are quite babyish in their design and feel on.

 

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 6

“Let’s get you undressed Louise - babies don’t need to be clothed in a warm room like this and Daddy needs to be able to see your nappy.”

He took all my clothes off leaving me naked apart from the full and very babyish nappy before sitting me on the floor.

“You’re not allowed to stand, you’re not allowed to crawl without my permission. You can scoot around on your butt. This’ll remind you that you’re nothing more than a dirty baby with no control over anything. You can watch some TV while I prepare your bottle”

He switched on the TV and selected the Tellytubbies for my ‘entertainment’. I shuffled across the room on my bum as instructed and found that he was right: this really reinforced my situation! As I generally preferred the submissive role this was not without precedent, but it was certainly right up there. I felt dependent on Simon as my Daddy, I was humiliated and vulnerable. I also, I have to admit, felt pretty horny!

My bowels were still settling down. An involuntary fart, loud and wet, escaped me. Daddy looked round and smiled. He was warming a bottle of Cow & Gate ‘Ready to Feed’ First Infant Milk. When he was happy with the temperature he screwed the nipple onto the bottle and placed it on a table by the side of an armchair.

He sat down and said “come on Baby, scoot over to Daddy”

I did as I was told, my poop shifting around in my nappy as I shuffled across the floor on my bum. When I got close to him he bent over and picked me up.  I wasn’t heavy - about 97Ib last time I weighed myself - but to Simon I was as easy to lift as a baby. I knew that I was here working but at that moment I wanted him!

He settled me into his lap and placed the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. I latched onto the nipple and suckled like the good baby Simon wanted. He ran his free hand through my hair before moving it down to my nappy. He squeezed and massaged my nappy - my wet, poop-filled stinky nappy.

My bowels were not finished yet. I could feel the renewed pressure.

I pulled my mouth away from the bottle. “Daddy, I need to poo poo” I said

“That’s a good baby. You can do a poop for me right now”

He placed the nipple back into my mouth and I instinctively started to suckle, whilst letting my bowels loose into my waiting nappy. Another loud, wet fart was followed by a stream of soft, wet poop into my nappy.

“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeth Daddy”

He rubbed the bottom of my nappy, squidging the poop around my arse. His hand moved to the front and he pushed it in the top of my nappy, rubbing my clit which by this time was covered in poop. I emitted an involuntary groan: I wanted more.

[First diaper for incontinence.]

7 hours ago, wetmonkey said:

Glad you're choosing the route of proper protection, many incontinent people risk accidents or just just simply barely go out to avoid having to wear diapers.

I have been amazed how people do not notice when I am wearing, at least I've never heard a comment or heard laughing. I do find the confidence wearing protection gives me helps a lot to just go through my day and not be constantly in a panic where the closest public bathroom is.

Wish you all the best with your tests.

I think you’re absolutely right. My diaper was not noticed at all. I peed in it twice - such a relief compared to the times I’ve struggled to get to a loo. Thanks very much 

[First diaper for incontinence.]

Interesting comments here. When I had my first prostate exam I remember the doc asking me - "have you had any accidents" and I answered "not yet". My first was horrendous. Like I say, it came shortly after my stroke. I was on a coach with no loo and just couldn't hold it - I flooded the seat. I sneaked off and got home without anyone noticing - hung a jumper over my pants. I have to say that having made the decision to use protection - it's such a relief! 

I have a consultation with the doc this week, which will hopefully rule out anything unpleasant regarding the prostate. If all is well I'll probably not be a priority for any treatment - and I'm fairly happy now I've taken the decision to diaper-up. 

I wear pull-ups for short trips where I know that I'll be able to access a toilet fairly quickly and am familiar with the surroundings. I have bought some ID Expert Maxis, which are 'proper' diapers with higher absorbance for longer trips into unfamiliar territory. They also have the advantage of not needing to take my shoes and pants off to change if I do need to pee. 

My first time to wear them will be Monday. 

[Rearz Mermaid Tales - Blow Out]

I held on to my poop because I was awaiting a delivery of Rearz Mermaid Tales. They arrived about an hour ago and I was bursting. Once on I let go - very soft, very large poop. Sat down and suffered an instant blow out - right up the back. I know they're supposed to have a really high capacity for pee, but I've not got near to wanting a leak yet! 

They are fabulous though!

 

[Post when messy.]

My first use of an Id Slip Expert Maxi Prime diaper. I've pooped twice and peed about three times. The feel and the smell is fantastic. Also - so comfortable. I would wear it through the night (just gone midnight here) but I'm not massively confident that the tapes will hold and I really don't want to destroy my bed!

Anyway - happy Chinese New Year!

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 5

The meal was, of course, superb. Simon was good company and we drank some excellent red wine. He certainly wasn’t on a budget! He also insisted on me drinking mineral water “to ensure you wet your nappy like a good baby”. That didn’t take long.

“Daddy, I need a wee.”

“That’s what your nappy’s for, Baby. Wet it now, for Daddy, like a good girl”

I needed no further encouragement. I found that wetting my nappy between the starter and mains in a Gordon Ramsey restaurant was deliciously naughty and surprisingly hot.

“I done wee wee Daddy” I whispered.

“You’re being a very good girl for Daddy. I’m very pleased with you Baby Louise.”

“Thank you Daddy”

The Dulcolax started to make its presence felt during the main course. The pressure mounted slowly and wasn’t enough to spoil a delicious meal, but I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

I waited until Simon had placed his knife and fork neatly on his plate before announcing: “I want a poo Daddy”

“Can you wait until dessert, Baby?”

“No Daddy. I really need a poo poo.”

“Okay Baby, we don’t want to ruin anyone’s evening. We’ll head back to the room. If you mess your nappy before we’re in the room I’ll give you a spanking you’ll never forget - do you understand me?”

Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, come on then.”

He took my hand and walked me to the lift. Even whilst holding my rumbling bowels in check I could appreciate the difference between what appeared to be happening on the surface - most folks if they were even remotely interested would just assume Simon was some rich guy with a trophy young girl on his arm, whereas the reality was more complex, humiliating and - in my view - a great deal hotter.

The dummy was again placed in my mouth as the lift doors closed. I was clenching my buttocks ferociously now, my wet diaper sagging just a little.

“Just hold on Baby - we don’t want to leave a stink in the lift now, do we?”

“No Daddy, but I’m bursting to go! I replied

The dummy remained in my mouth as the lift arrived at his floor. Again, there was no one in the corridor to see us.

“When we get in the room you must ask my permission to poop. You’re not to go before you have my permission”

“Okay Daddy”

“The card unlocked the door, we entered hand in hand with the door casing behind us. He took my waist and turned me so that I was face to face with him.

“Can I do a poo now Daddy, please Daddy?” I begged.

“In a moment Baby” he said as he guided me to the bed. He sat down on the bed and manoeuvred me round so that my bum was facing him. He lifted my skirt and pulled open the poppers of my bodysuit, pulling it up so my nappy was exposed.

“Now Baby. Now you can fill your nappy for Daddy”.

No effort was involved. I just relaxed my buttocks and what seemed like a never-ending flow of soft poop flowed into my nappy, accompanied by burbling farts.

I grunted into my dummy as the smell reached my nose. Simon put his right hand on my belly and pulled me toward him, his left hand cradling the huge bulge of poop in the bottom of my nappy. He stroked the warm mass while bringing his other hand slowly down onto the front of my nappy, putting pressure on my pussy through the wet nappy. Then he pushed hard against the poop. It oozed forward between my legs and onto my cunt.

This was the very definition of submission. I was sucking on a dummy while Simon coated my arse and pussy with my own shit.

He then pulled me back towards him and down onto his knee, the poop in my nappy squelching as the pressure of my body weight forced it backward and forwards into every remaining part of my nappy, my humiliation complete as he bounced me up and down on his knee effortlessly, as though I was indeed, his helpless baby.

 

 

 

 

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 4

“But I’m not going to fuck you yet. I’ve got a table booked in the Savoy Grill for 7, and we don’t want to miss that, now do we Baby?”

“No Daddy” Fun though this was, it was work - and dining at the Savoy Grill was a better option than being screwed by a stranger,

“To make it more interesting, and to help you remember that you’re just a helpless baby that has to do whatever her daddy says, we’re going to do a couple of special things.”

I looked at him while continuing to suck on my dummy.

“First, I’m going to insert a couple of Dulcolax suppositories into your bottom. These will start to work very quickly and you’ll be desperate for a poop while we’re having a lovely dinner in the restaurant. Secondly, before you’re allowed to poop you have to say out loud ‘Daddy I need to mess my nappy’. Do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy”

“Thirdly you’re going to be wearing a much bigger nappy. We might be at the restaurant, I might decide that we go on somewhere else afterwards. Wherever we are, you’ll need a nappy with more capacity. I’m going to put you in one of these”

He went off to select a nappy from his supplies.

Picking up a nappy that was considerably bigger than the soaked Pampers my bottom was still resting on, he continued: “it’s a nice fabric covered Cushie - one of my favourites. It’s got two tapes and is really just a bigger Pampers. Much bigger!”

He sat back down on the bed beside me, holding the diaper so that I could see it.

“Your skirt should cover it, but you’ll certainly look well padded! It’ll remind you that you’re my baby”

“Thank you Daddy. I’m happy to be your baby”

“Good girl. He placed the nappy on the bed and leant over me. He rubbed his hand over my small tits, then kissed and sucked on my nipples. His hand went down to my vagina. He explored my vulva and clitoris, rubbing until the wetness wasn’t just the pee from my Pampers.

“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He was quick and practiced with the baby wipes before he applied the baby lotion and powder as before. The difference came after applying a little vaseline, when his finger opened my anus and pushed one, then another suppository deep into my arse,

“Good baby”

I continued to suckle on my dummy as he taped the adult nappy around my slip butt.

“I want you to wear this bodysuit - it has snaps under the crotch and it’ll help hold your nappy in place as well as giving me easy access for checks and a change.”

He sat me up and pulled the bodysuit over my head. Once he’d pulled it into position he lay me back down and fastened the snaps. It was a good fit and did, as he said, hold my nappy firmly to me.

“Get your clothes on, Baby, we don’t want to miss our table.”

[First diaper for incontinence.]

I had my first accident as an official incontinence pad wearer! I got off the bus bursting - rushed to the loos but the gents was occupied. Started peeing. Next to the gents was a baby change facility. Went in but there was no loo! Flooded the pull-up so massive rush to get my pants off before I had my first diaper leak. 
Note to self: lace up trainers are not a great idea when you need to change pull-ups…

After this my bladder behaved itself. Still wearing the second pull-up which is now wet for recreational reasons!

[A Perfect Fit]

Chapter 3

As we walked into the hotel I was excited with anticipation. I’d enjoyed Simon’s company whilst finding the the secret wearing - and wetting - of my Pampers in public quite a rush. As we entered the lift Simon again pushed the dummy into my mouth. His hand went up the front of my skirt and rubbed the sodden nappy. The lift doors opened on our floor. The dummy stayed in my mouth. Simon took my hand and walked me to the room. Fortunately, or maybe not - by this time I wasn’t sure whether I actually wanted to get caught acting as a baby - there was no one in the corridor to see me.

As Simon opened the door his hand went under the back of by skirt and he guided me in with his hand on my nappy. By this time I was ready for another pee.

“I wanna wee-wee Daddy” I said with my best baby lisp.

Simon turned me toward him and knelt down before be, unzipping and pulling my skirt to the floor. He grasped my buttocks and kissed the front of my wet nappy.

“Go on then sweetheart - do a wee for your Daddy”.

I needed no further encouragement. My bladder relaxed and pee flooded into the already swollen Pampers. Simon felt the nappy fill with warm pee, massaging it front and back. As I finished he planted another kiss on my nappy, stood up and pulled my top up over my head and arms. I wasn’t wearing a bra - with such small boobs I often don’t - so that was me naked apart, of course, from a now very wet Pampers.

He then picked me up in his arms and carefully placed me on the changing mat.

“Time for a nice clean and dry nappy, baby”

“Yeth Daddy, I’m very wet”

I felt so exposed as he lent down and kissed my forehead. The teat of my dummy was again placed onto my lips, which parted to take it in and suckle.

His hands explored my body, caressing my small tits and running down to my soaked nappy, which he massaged into my vulva. I felt him pull open the Pamper’s tabs and exposing my shaved pussy and arse. He took a leg in each hand and pushed my arse into the air, moving his tongue onto my clitoris. He licked my pee drenched cunt and I was loving every moment.

“I’m going to fuck you baby, do you care whether it’s your pee-pee or poopy hole?”

I know I was being paid well for these services, but I was certainly enjoying the moment.

“Both Daddy, I just need you to wear a condom”

“You’re perfect, baby, just perfect.”

[First diaper for incontinence.]

Thanks for the comments!

I managed to get through the day and back home without peeing my diaper. It was tempting once or twice, but not necessary. I actually think that wearing the incontinence pants reduced the stress that has led to accidents in the past. It was, however, very pleasurable - partly because I wasn't having to worry about accidents and partly just because they're so damn comfortable!

Anyway - I m going to the hospital tomorrow for an appointment with the stroke department - I will be wearing for that. I won't be getting a physical examination, but the doctor will be aware of my incontinence issues anyway, so a diaper would be expected. 

[Pretending at Pre-School (Updated with Part 4)]

Really enjoyed the story - thank you!

[First diaper for incontinence.]

I’ve been ‘into’ diapers since I was a little kid, and have had many enjoyable adventures. Tomorrow, though, I’ll be diapering myself out of necessity for the first time. An enlarged prostate together with a stroke has left me unable to control my pee. Once I gotta go, I’ve really gotta go…

This has resulted in some embarrassing situations recently - always when I’m away from home. I recently bought some adult pull-ups, explained all to my lovely wife and they’ve sat unopened waiting for our next trip. That time has come and I’m approaching it with mixed feelings. ‘Yes’ I love diapers - and all things baby - but this isn’t for fun. 

Still, I’ll get a kick pulling that diaper on, but I’m not at all sure that I want it wet!

Wish me luck!