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Brings back memories for me. I was never sent to school in nappies, but a lot of the kids knew I had problems keeping my pants clean. The bullying I received was awful.

A glycerin enema and double nappies. You spelt tomato incorrectly.

Never heard of them

Forgive my ignorance, but aren't the Pride marches also about acceptance of the LGBT community, if this is the case why can't these events be accepting of other lifestyles. I have absolutely no problem with any alternate lifestyle. I have no time though for intolerance.

What I didn't know, is that Ella had put something else in the dummy. A sedative. And pretty soon after emptying the dummy I started to feel sleepy. I knew sleep would be better than the boredom of laying there waiting to fill my nappy again. It wasn't long before I fell into a deep sleep. The dream was vivid, I was dressed as a baby girl. My cute nappy filled frilly panties poking out from under the short pink dress I was wearing. I was in a playpen, any toys all around me. My pudgy fingers grasping at them with limited coordination. As I grasped a toy I would put it to m mouth and try and chew it. A voice behind me calling a girls name grabbed my attention, I turned to see where the voice was coming from. Above towered a lady. As I looked up I recognised her. It was mummy. She towered over me. I realised in my dream I was in the body of a baby. Mummy bent down and picked me up, placing me on her shoulder and supporting me. "Let's check Jilly's nappy," her soothing voice whispered in my ear. She patted my padded bottom, "feels dry to me baby." I tried to tell her that off course I was dry, but all that came out was a series of babbling noises. Of course in my dream I was a baby. "Well it's time for your bottle, so we'll see if you need a clean nappy after your bottle sweetie." I was carried over to a sofa, Ella settled me on her lap, cuddled me into her. Then produced a large bottle of formula, placing the nipple into my mouth, I started to suck greedily on its contents. Eventually the bottle was empty and my stomach felt very full. Mummy placed me over her shoulder and patted my back till I produced a loud burp. Mummy giggled, "who's my little piggy then? Soon she'll be a stinky piggy, won't she." Mummy carried me back to the play pen and set me back down into it. I carried on playing with my toys. Eventually my tummy started to cramp, it didn't hurt but I pulled a face, then carried on playing. More cramps in my tummy. I pulled another face. Mummy saw it. "Someone is going to need a clean nappy soon, I'd better get stuff ready for Jilly's little bottom. Looking at your face it's going to be a full one." Then another cramp hit my tummy, this one was different it really hurt, I started to cry. Then another more painful cramp I tried to sit up and grab my stomach, but my hands wouldn't move, I couldn't sit up. It was totally dark. Then another cramp and I filled my nappy with a horrible mess. Reality came back to me, little Jilly had just been a dream. I lay there in my dirty nappy. I didn't know what time it was, the blindfold still on my eyes and my wrists and ankles still secured to the bed. Time passed, after what felt like hours and messing my self twice more, I heard Ella's voice. "Someone's filled their nappies for mummy. Someone's going to need a clean nappy. I'd better get everything ready Jilly."

Apologies for the delays. I have no excuses. I lay there on the bed, unable to move my hands or feet. The thick nappy between my legs absorbing the slow, but steady leak of wee from my catheter. Ella had put me to bed early, it was only eight thirty in the evening, so there was still light coming through the curtains. Shortly after leaving the room Ella returned. "I thought you might have trouble getting to sleep as its still light, so I've got something to help you." She paused. I wondered what she had. She came over to the bed and slipped a blindfold over my eyes, lifting my head to fasten the strap. "There that should help. Goodnight, and no getting up." I heard her leave the room. Now I was in darkness. Not being able to see anything meant I focuses on other things, the main one being the discomfort in my groin from the estim. As the time dragged on the pain stayed the same. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with the discomfort, but I didn't want to spend half the night in dirty nappies. Ella was clever with the medication. Suffer the pain or suffer the indignity of messing my self and laying in it till my next nappy change. Not wanting to suffer the humiliation of a dirty nappy, I decided to suffer the pain. Plus I knew the castor oil would taste foul, I'd tried it before, I knew its effectiveness and I knew it's awful taste, it wasn't something I wanted to experience again. Time dragged for me, as I couldn't see a clock I had no idea what the time was, the only sensation I had was my hearing, and everything was quiet, and the pain in my groin. Eventually the pain got the better off me, it was like a never ending source of annoyance, I wanted it to stop, what ever happened. I sucked on the dummy in my mouth, nothing, Ella had tricked me, I sucked again harder, still nothing, in frustration I bit down on the bulb of the dummy and was rewarded by an oily liquid in my mouth. Instantly I recognised the taste of the castor oil, but I realised how to get the relief I craved. I bit down and sucked, to be rewarded with more medicine. I carried on like this till Long after the dummy stopped giving me its contents. As I lay there, I could taste the vile remnants of the castor oil in my mouth, it was truly awful. But on the positive side the pain in my groin was subsiding. I knew I would be filling my nappy again, thanks to Ella's devious mind. Eventually I was able to sleep. One thing I have always found is that, when I sleep on my back I dream, I don't know if it was intentional on Ella's part, but by making me sleep on my back I would be dreaming.

Just had a look on eBay. Quite a few pairs on there. Might treat myself. Need to get into story writing mode. Perhaps I need to be put into nappies, extra thick of course, locking plastic pants, secured in a high chair and given a nice dose of castor oil to encourage me.

Very interesting and lots of scope.

I've tried a few hypnosis files, and while they have created a relaxed atmosphere, and make it easier ( less inhibiting) for me to wet, they never deliver on the promise of loss of bladder control. I would love to try an in person session with a hypnotist to achieve this but cost is the issue for something that may or may not work.

Love the story. I wonder if the spanking machines will find their way into the adult justice system.

Really like this. As I read it I want to be in Alex's place.