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Chapter 10 - Shower time All this time a small cuckoo clock had been chirping every 15 minutes on the wall. At 7:30pm it chirped again and Frank did what he’d done several times and slapped his knee and made a declaration. ‘Right young man, time for bed’. It felt so weird. It was the middle of the English summer. It was still well above 20 degrees centigrade outside and the sun high in the sky. At this time of year is doesn’t get dark until about 10:00pm in this part of the world. ‘What’s gonna happen?’ said Chris. ‘Don’t sound so scared. We’ll take you up, you’ll have a shower, we’ll change your bum and then put you to bed’ said Frank. With that they all head upstairs. Brenda unlocks the bathroom ‘This is your bathroom’ she said. ‘Stand there’. She knelt down and untapped Chris’s nappy one tape at a time until. As each tape came off he could feel the nappy gradually release its grip on him. It swung between his legs, she pulled it away and started to ball it up. Chris immediately closed his legs. It felt good for the bulk to be gone, even just for a bit. ‘Ok’ said Brenda. ‘Sometimes we’ll bathe you, but as it’s the first night you can shower yourself’ Don’t be longer than 5 minutes’. She pulled the door too, and stepped out. Chris looked around, there was a large bath with a rubber duck and some toys stuck to it, a walk in shower, and sink. But guess what. Of course there was no toilet. Who has a bathroom installed and deliberately doesn’t have a toilet put in it? he thought. Someone intent on keeping the user in a nappy is the only answer. Bums are weird things. On the one hand they are a source of smell and grossness. But on the other hand they are a source of physical attraction. As a gay man I can’t really speak for straight men and I have never asked one, but I feel that to gay men like Chris and I our bums are more important to us. Probably because we spend a lot of time looking at other guys bums. We naturally therefore want our own to be looking as nice as the best ones we see, and this was definitely true for Chris. He always dressed his smart little bum well. When he’d arrived in the best clothes he owned, bless him, he’d had a smart pair of slim fitting jeans on, which showed it off beautifully. Normally, he wouldn’t even put anything in his back pocket for fear of spoiling his profile. Seeing it earlier this evening covered over with a pad, almost as it was cordoned off as a bio hazard, had hurt him. As he got into the shower he turned to the mirror to check out his bum. ‘I’m sorry bum’ he said to himself. ‘It’s only temporary, you be back out and looking hot again soon xx’. Chapter 11 - Bed time After Chris had showered he was put into another identical nappy following the same procedure. They then went into his room and Brenda pulled out a popper vest which she pulled down over Chris’s head and then buttoned up under his crotch. This was also a new and odd experience for Chris. The onesie was quite tight and as he moved it pulled and rubbed over the plastic of his nappy, pulling on his undercarriage a bit, it actually felt quite nice. Brenda pulled back the duvet and said ‘Hop in darling’. Chris tentatively got on the bed. Ok said Brenda, you may not like this Segufix system at first, but like everything else we’ll go through it together as a family and you’ll get used to it. At this point Chris had basically given up. He’d been through so much already he was actually ready to just go to bed. If nothing else they would go away and leave him on his own for a bit so he could think and process things. He could take it from there in the morning. Frank pulled across a large waist strap and held it in place. He then pulled down two shoulder straps which ran up Chris’s back, but were also secured with additional straps to the top of the bed. He crossed them on Chris’s chest and attached them to the waist belt with two pins with black caps. He then pulled up a crotch strap, pulled it fairly tight and secured it to a third pin in the middle. ‘Arms sweetie’ said Brenda. She took Chris’s right wrist and wrapped around it a beige material cuff. It had Velcro inside to stop it coming loose, but after wrapping it around twice she added another of the circular black locks to a pin on it to stop it being unwound. Chris lifted his arm to his head to take a look. The cuff was soft inside, not too tight, but snug. Hanging off of the cuff was a flap about 6 inches long with an eyelet at the end. Whilst Brenda had been doing this, Frank has been applying a similar cuff to Chris’ right ankle, but this one has a slightly longer flap on it. You’re probably wondering at this point why Chris is complying with this. After all, he doesn’t have a bondage fetish. This isn’t what he came for. He just wanted a chance at finding some people to act parentally to him. But, what is Chris really going to do at this point? Stand and argue? He’s already learnt this won’t work, they have gone to enormous efforts to design and build their home for a son. They aren’t going to just say, oh alright let’s not bother with this bed harness thing. Fight them, rip off his nappy, demand his clothes back and cancellation on the grounds they have added unfair terms and go home on the train? This is out on the basis Chris could never fight against a man Frank’s size. Come to think of it Brenda would put up some resistance too. Run? If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d already let them apply the waist, shoulder and crotch straps, rendering this and the previous option impossible at this point, how’s he going to do that? Assuming he can make a bolt for the front door, and he finds it open, which feels unlikely, he’s not worn much more than a nappy since signing and he’s currently wearing a nappy and popper vest! He can’t run down the street like this. He might however try a little subordination later to just test what happens. Brenda and Frank have now applied the cuffs to all four of Chris’s limbs. ‘You’re going to have to bear with us darling, said Brenda, we’re not used to fitting this safety equipment’. Chris just raised his eyebrows at her. ‘Roll to your left for me son’ said Frank. Chris rolled to his left, when he was about 1/2 way up onto his side he felt a strap on the side of the waist belt pull tight, preventing him from rolling completely onto his side. He dropped back onto his back. Other way, said Frank. Chris rolled onto his right and again just as his right side was about 2 inches off the bed and he was 1/2 way on his side the strap pulled tight. I think that’s about right said Frank, plenty of moment there. Brenda grabbed the strap extending from the cuff on his left arm then secured it using the eyelet on the end with another on the strap already on the bed, using a another of the pin and black capped locks. Frank took the straps extending from the leg cuffs, passed them through equally spaced loops on a strap also already secured to the bed, pulled the straps so the cuffs were tight against the loop and secured them with locks. Brenda moved to the right of the bed and Chris snapped his arm away. ‘Arm’ she said. ‘No, I need one free’ said Chris. ‘Arm!’ said Frank, ‘No’ said Chris defiantly. ‘You give me your arm now or you spend and extra hour in bed tomorrow morning…..2 hours….3 hours…’ said Frank. With that he grabbed Chris’s arm with terrific force and moved it into position holding it against the bed. Chris pulled with all his might, but when Frank released his grip Brenda had already secured the wrist cuff. Chris’s hand shot toward him and then stopped dead after he had pulled the strap tight. ‘Do as you are told please’ said Brenda. ‘Don’t make this more difficult than already is. Bare with us whilst we get this right’. ‘Ok sit up’ said Frank. Chris planted his elbows into the bed and started to sit up. He got a good half way up off the bed, his arms straight down elbows on the mattress when the straps attached to the top of his shoulder straps and the head of the bed pulled taught and stopped him from going further. ‘What do you think?’ said Frank. ‘I’m not sure that’s safe’ said Brenda. ‘Looks a bit loose’. ‘I agree’ said Frank. With that Frank lifted the pillow, undid the straps at the top of the bed and moved them back a couple of eyelets to shorten them on both sides. ‘Again’ he said to Chris. This time Chris lifted his head, but was unable to lift his shoulders more than an inch or so, barely off the bed if at all. ‘That’s better’ said Frank. With that, Brenda and Frank gave Chris a kiss on is forehead. Good night my dear’ said Brenda. ‘We’ll check on you regularly and have the camera too’. Chris didn’t say a word. Frank pulled the duvet up to Chris’s waist, set the AC to cool the room to 20 and they both left, pulling the door too, with a slight gap. Brenda blew Chris another kiss through the gap in the door. ‘Well, a little challenging but got there in the end, I think it’ll work. He’ll be fine in that’ he heard Brenda say. ‘Yes, it’s a good system isn’t it’, quite easy to fit really’. ‘Up at 07:30 oh no…10:30 for breakfast’ shouted Frank. Components: https://segufixshop-germany.com/detail_en.php?recordID=18 https://segufixshop-germany.com/detail_en.php?recordID=19 https://www.segufixshop-germany.com/detail.php?recordID=22 (note Chris’s leg strap is run through the flap shown on the belt, holding down his leg and preventing it being lifted like this photo) https://www.segufix-germany.com/images/training/practice.jpg Exactly like this: https://www.tumblr.com/corney512/685613941047672832?source=share (Credit Corney512 on Tumblr) Somewhat like this: https://twitter.com/thediaperdaddy1/status/1384977155013152770 (Credit The Diaper Master) https://twitter.com/Tieherup1/status/1223008003030487040 (Credit Peter a.k.a PsyschoSJ on Twitter) Chris’ is not fitted with the thigh strap seen here, but is otherwise very similar. Chapter 12 - Testing the boundaries Chris lay there, his head spinning, what on earth was he into here. He is in a strangers house, in nappies and strapped into bed, apparently voluntarily, at 7:30pm. He was obviously going to have to find a way out but that wasn’t an option right now. The sun was still shining outside, but his room was nice and cool from the A/C. Only wealthy people in the UK have A/C at home, it is a major luxury. His first thought now they were gone was to test how much movement he actually had. He tried to sit up again, but really couldn’t. As he tried the shoulder straps immediately snapped taught pinning his shoulders to the bed. He tried to shift his shoulders left and right to slip out of them, but they were tight elastic at the back and crossed at the front. After several minutes trying they hadn’t moved at all. He’d also realised that because the shoulder straps had been set to near corners of the bed rather than directly above his head he has little if any ability to move the top 1/2 of his body left and right. If he tried to just turn or move his shoulders to the right the left strap would pull tort on him. The other way a fraction, the right strap. He tried to lift his left leg off the bed, no can do. He could drag his heal along the sheet maybe an inch, two with real strain, enough to get the back of his knee off the bed by a few inches and instil a very slight bend. He slid his body downwards hoping that would give him more leg movement but the crotch strap pushed tight against his nappy, he’d not really moved at all. Finally he pulled his arms toward him and away again. These had the most movement. They were on 6 inch tethers, but they were attached right to the edge of the bed. He tried to touch his thigh but could just touch it with the end of his index finger. He pulled on the right arm restraint with all his strength, but it would not allow his arm to move beyond that permitted. He adjusted the angle and tried to pull his wrist through the cuff freeing it. He tried this for the longest, as it seemed most likely to work. It didn’t however, not at all, but it did leave him out of breath and with a sore arm. He laid back on the bed, spinning the black lock holding the tether on his right arm. He also pushed and pulled on it, expecting it might just pop off, it did not. He laid their doing gentle breaths, trying to remain calm, but eventually a wave of frustration rolled through him and he pulled and pushed a writhed in his restraints. At no point did any of them give him any more movement than before. He was staying in this bed, until he was released. Exhausted from the short period of struggling and the stress of the day that had been, he eventually drifted off to sleep. Chapter 13 - Itchy nose Chris woke in his bed, for obvious reasons in exactly the same position he’d fallen asleep. The early morning summer sun was beaming into the room. He lifted his hand to his face to rub his weary eyes, but of course after a small amount of movement “tink” the tether on his wrist palls taught. The metal eyelet hits the metal pin securing it making a distinctive sound. His arm is stopped dead at the end of it’s permitted range of movement. Chris’ body is aching from being in the same position all night. He moves his legs and arms as much as he can and rolls himself on to each side as much as he can to cure the numbness in his bum cheeks. The side straps don’t allow him fully onto his side so he can only hold it there momentarily until he drops back down. He looks across the room at the clock on the desk. 5:08am. Jeezzz thought Chris, another 2 hours 22 minutes, or if Frank followed through, which he doubted on the first night, another 5 hours 22 minutes!! It made Chris think, if he went on with this, which of course he wouldn’t, he’d spend 12 hours a day in bed pretty much unable to move his own body. That’s 1/2 his life, and probably a quarter of his waking life. That’s ridiculous. At that point he realised something we’d all dread. He had an itchy nose. He strained as hard as he could to bring his head downwards whilst moving his hand upwards and extending his finger. No good, a huge gap remained, his hands were never getting anywhere near. He is not permitted to touch his face. He then just managed to scrub his nose against the pillow to get some relief. But as is with these phantom itches, another itch started up. This time on his bum cheek, just inside the leg guard of his nappy. He shuffled his bum over to the right of the bed, not much, but an inch or so is all he could do, and lifted his right bum cheek. He brought his hand as close as he could, but he could only just touch the outside of his popper vest with an extended index figure. He could not get his bum close enough to his tethered hand to reach in and scratch it. Once again frustration sets in. He starts pulling hard at his arm restraint in a jerky movement and thrusting his bottom backwards towards it. Tink, tink tink each time his wrist stopped dead in the same place and his bottom arriving at exactly the same location, less than an inch from where it started. He thrusts his bum backward towards his hand but a combination of shoulder, waist and even the leg straps prevent the required movement. After about 10 minutes of this Chris is exhausted. All he can do is move his bum up and down a bit in his nappy to alleviate the itch, which eventually he does, and miraculously he falls back to sleep. At 7:30am on the dot in walks Brenda. Morning darling. She flings open the curtains and Chris can see she is carrying a baby bottle. You must need a drink, she said. Unfortunately I’m going to have to give it to you here, because your dad will not let me get you up until 10:30…..

Chapter 6 - Trapped ‘Brenda! Frank!’ Chris shouted through the thick wooden door. He tried to see if he could open it with his fingers but it is latched closed and he can get no purchase on it ‘Mum! Dad!’ he tried. With that the door opened. ‘Yes son’ said Frank. ‘There’s no sodding handle on the door’ said Chris. ‘I know’ said Frank. ‘Why?’ said Chris, alarmed. ‘So you can’t get out on your own’ said Frank. ‘I don’t like that one bit’ said Chris. ‘It’s fine, it’s for safety’ said Frank. ‘If it’s shut and you want to come out just call me or mum and we’ll open it. Like I just did. You don’t have to shout, we can hear you on the monitor’. With that he gestured to a camera mounted in the ceiling. ‘What’s the deal with the straps on the bed?’ said Chris. ‘That’s a safety positioning system’ said Frank. ‘It’s new actually, we’ve not used it on our other boys. We’re quite excited about providing this for you. Our previous boys slept in cots, but we thought you’d like to sleep in a big boy bed’. ‘Obviously I can sleep in a normal bed’ said Chris. ‘I have done for like 20 years’. ‘Maybe’ said Frank. ‘But I don’t know that, and I have to think of the safety of both you and your mother in this house. I don’t know what you could get up to in my home at night’. With that Brenda walked in. ‘Oh, you’ve seen the new Segufix system then Chris’ she said with a big smile. ‘What do you think? Our previous boys slept in cots, but they always felt too big for it, so we got you a proper bed and safety system. Frank you gave it a go for 10 minutes the other day didn’t you?’ ‘Yes, it was very comfortable, I nearly fell asleep didn’t I Brenda’. ‘If you’re worried about me in your house at night, why don’t you just close the door?’ ‘That won’t work for us’ said Frank, your mum would be a nervous wreck. The safety system was clearly mentioned in the contract’. ‘Anyway’ said Brenda. ‘Dinners ready’. If you’re wondering these are examples of the system fitted to Chris’ bed, some in slightly different configurations, but we’ll explain more about how Chris’s is set up for him as we go: Exactly like this: https://www.tumblr.com/corney512/685613941047672832?source=share (Credit Corney512 on Tumblr) Somewhat like this: https://twitter.com/thediaperdaddy1/status/1384977155013152770 (Credit The Diaper Master) https://twitter.com/Tieherup1/status/1223008003030487040 (Credit Peter a.k.a PsyschoSJ on Twitter) Chris’ is not fitted with the thigh strap seen here, but is otherwise very similar. Manufacturers website: https://www.segufix-germany.com/index_en.php Chapter 7 - The chair Chris still wasn’t wearing any clothes when he came down with Brenda and Frank for dinner. He walked into the dining room where at the end of the table now stood a large high chair. 'In you get' said Frank. Kinda getting used to this by now Chris just jumped up and sat in it. Frank reached around Chris’s waist and secured a strap like a seat belt. He then pushed Chris back and pulled over two shoulder straps which he clicked into the Buckle. He then attached a large wooden tray to the front. ‘Heh I’m strapped in’ said Chris. ‘Yes’ said Frank ‘It’s all for your safety’. The buckle was fine, thought Chris, just press the red button and you’re out. He did think the shoulder straps were a bit tight though, they weren’t really offering him any ability to lean forward at all. ‘Can you loosen the shoulders a bit please?’ said Chris. ‘No’, Frank said nonchalantly. ‘Legs here’ said Frank impatiently, gabbing one of Chris’s ankles from below, then the other. Frank then closed a wooden Stock around Chris’s ankles which prevented him from pulling his feet through. ‘Arms here’ said Frank, pointing to the wooden arms. As Chris put his arms there Frank quickly swung over two wooden stocks on each side which latched themselves closed. Chris tried to pull his wrists back though but the hole was way to small. At this point Chris realised he basically couldn’t move. His torso was pretty much totally immobilised. If he tried to move up the shoulder strap dug into his shoulders holding him down. If he tried to move down the waist strap and the strap between his legs he hadn’t noticed before pushed into his nappy and groin. As for his arms and legs he could move them back and forth maybe an inch before the square edge of the wooden stock hurt. With that Brenda walked in with a beautiful looking meal, each of them had a fillet steak, chips and fried vegetables. How did they know this was one of Chris’s favourites? She placed it on the tray in front of him, with a sippie cup of juice, before sitting down with Frank and starting to eat. Chris sat there for a minute, wondering what was going to happen. After a few minutes he said. ‘This looks lovely Brenda….I mean Mum, but how am I supposed to eat mine?’ ‘Don’t worry darling’ she said ‘Adults eat first, then we’ll sort you out’. Let’s just say that Brenda and Frank are those annoying kind of mega slow eaters. Those who spend more time moving food about the plate than eating anything. Chris sat and watched this for at least 30 minutes, totally immobilised in his high chair. At this point he was getting quite cross. This lovely meal was going to be stone cold by the time he ate. Brenda finally finished, got up and said ‘Right love’. She picked up Chris’s meal and took it back into the kitchen. The next thing Chris heard was the unmistakable sound of a blender. After a few minutes Brenda came back in with a large jug of brown mush and a spoon. She grabbed a stool next to Chris, put some mush on the spoon and said ‘choo choo open wide’…. Chapter 8 - Spare time Dinner was awful, blended steak, chips and veg. After that a chocolate moose. Frank had let Chris down from the chair and told him to go and play. It was about 6pm now. Frank said they’d sit down for family tv at 7:00pm before Chris went to bed. Chris wasn’t really sure what to do, or how much freedom around the house he was really allowed. To his bemusement he was also still not wearing any clothes, just wearing a nappy. Were they ever going to get him some clothes? What had happened to the clothes he came in? Chris went upstairs and looked around. All the doors were open except the change room and one other, which must be the bathroom and toilet. It was not surprising to him now, that it was of course locked. It had what appeared to be an RFID reader on the door, similar to what you get in newer hotels. Chris presumed they had cards or a fob or something to open the door. He was struck at this point the lengths they’d gone to, to enforce control. I wonder if I could actually leave this house he thought. Not that he could try that now, mostly naked. He went back to his room and slid open the mirrored wardrobe door. Inside were hundreds of clothes hanging up. He pulled off red a pair of sports shorts and a white t-shirt. He put on the shirt, it was a bit too small for him, only coming down to the top of his nappy. He pulled on the shorts. Again they were a bit small. The previous son must have been even slighter than he was! He stood back and looked at himself in the mirror. One thing was clear and somewhat horrifying to Chris. It was obvious he had a nappy on. The front of his shorts had a large triangular bulge in. He turned his bum to the mirror. Bloody hell he thought. Where he would expect to see his two bum cheeks pressing against the inside of the shorts he just saw a large flat area, with a clear square line at the bottom. When he looked at his side profile the bulge at the front was noticeable and his bum looked suspiciously large, for someone of his stature. He walked up and down looking back in the mirror at his bum. He could see the bulky nappy moving around in the shorts in an un-natural way. Even clothed I look like a fucking baby he said to himself. The nappy thing is ridiculous, a joke surely to test his commitment. With that Brenda walked in. ‘Oh, you’ve got dressed’ she said. ‘That’s ok this time, but mummy dresses you ok?’ ‘Oh ok, no problem’ said Chris. ‘Now get those shorts off, it’s summer you don’t need them on at home, you’re just making washing. It’s tv time now’. Chapter 9 - Got to go… Chris came down with Brenda now just wearing a nappy and t-shirt, hey son, said Frank as they walked in. ‘We usually watch mum’s favourite soap at 7:00pm as a family. Brenda gestured to Chris to sit down next to Frank and then she sat next to Chris, so he was in the middle. As Chris sat down it was the first time he realised, he needed a wee. He’d been there since 1pm, drunk several drinks and never used the loo or his erm…..nappy, once. Chris didn’t really know what to do. He couldn’t just go sitting there on the sofa between them. They sat and watched this boring soap for 15 minutes, during which time the pressure in Chris’s bladder mounted. At which point he began to shudder and squirm in that tell tale way. Brenda looked at Chris with a loving stare. ‘Do you need a wee wee love’ she said. ‘I think so’ said Chris, quite embarrassed and not sure what to say. ‘Well you just go my love’ she said gently. ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll sort it out’. Chris stood up, there was no way he could go sitting on the couch, just too weird. He stood there facing away from them both. ‘Turn around son’ said Frank. ‘Look please don’t be shy, embarrassed or ashamed, it’s what it’s there for. We’ve seen it all before, and changed thousands of them. You’re going to have to get used to it and you will. Our previous boys were weeing and pooing themselves no problem in a few weeks’. Chris, genuinely hadn’t thought about poo / number 2 at any point the whole time. When they’d said use the nappy he’d only thought about wee. They genuinely expected him to shit himself? Surely not. He stood aghast at Frank. ‘That’s disgusting’ said Chris. ‘It can be said Frank, but that’s what a nappy is for, there are no toilets in this house available to you and even if there were, you’re not to take that nappy off, so you need a poo, you do it in there’. Chris turned around away from Frank and with that moment his control over his bursting bladder was lost. He began to flood his nappy, with considerable force. He tried to stop it but the seal was broken. He instinctively grabbed his crotch and looked to the floor expecting to see wee streaming down, but there was nothing. He released his grip and the flow restarted. He could feel the wee running onto his balls but strangely couldn’t feel it anywhere else. It seemed to somewhat disappear. At the same time he could feel the nappy gradually expanding between his legs and gradually extending backwards towards his bum, the portion in his hand growing larger and warmer. He eventually stopped, kinda shocked at the whole experience. He looked down at the nappy. The white plastic now stained yellow about 1/3 of the way up and the indicator strip having gone from yellow to blue. He turned back to Frank somewhat angrily, and said. ‘Ok there you go, I’ve done it. I’ve wet myself, happy now?’. ‘Do you want a standing ovation or something?’ Frank chortled. ‘It’s nothing son, just sit back down and finish watching this’ he said. ‘Your mum can’t see’. ‘What? We’re not going to go and change it?’ ‘Haha, bless’ said Brenda. ‘No love, it does not need it’. ’It’s wet!’ exclaimed Chris. ‘You can go 3 maybe 4 full bladders in that’ said Brenda. Chris looked at them blankly and did some sums. If I have to wet this 3-4 times before they’ll change it, I’m going to spend 2/3 to 3/4 of the time in a wet one!

Chapter 5 - The Bedroom from Heaven or Hell? Chris walked, or rather waddled across the landing to his new room. With each step the nappy straining against his thighs and making a crinkling noise. As Chris entered the room Brenda said We’ll leave you in peace for a bit, and with that she closed the door behind him. Chris once again marvelled at all the things in the room. So much to explore in there. He looked at the fancy computer, something to try out later he thought. He then turned to the floor to ceiling double mirrored wardrobe and for the first time saw what he looked like. There he was standing there, a young man in his prime, naked, except for this disposable nappy he had on. I can’t believe I’m doing this Chris said to himself. I look ridiculous, I look like a fucking baby. He turned so he could look at his bum in the mirror. Chris’s bum was his proudest bodily asset. It was small but pert, with meaty round buns, which, Chris is afraid to admit, even he liked to grab hold of. Now, it is nowhere to be seen. It’s covered in a thick plastic backed pad which runs from his lower back all the way down and between his legs. He can just see a small part of his bum cheeks before a large elasticated and plastic leg guard runs around it, and the rest of the cheek disappears inside. He pushed the nappy in a bit to create a bum crack, but it just popped straight back out. When he touched it, it felt so weird. It was entirely covered in plastic. It was quite soft, but also firm at the same time. Every time he moved it made a faint but distinctive crinkling sound. He lifted up one leg to look at how much was between his legs. It was ridiculous, how can I wear this all day he said to himself. As he put his leg back down he could feel the nappy folding and creasing awkwardly between his legs. He sat down on the bed, as he did the air in the nappy rushed out the back, which was an odd feeling, pants don’t do that. As he put his hand down on the bed he felt something under the duvet. He stood up and pulled the covers back. To his shock the bed was covered in straps. Clearly designed to secure someone, him, to the bed. Oh my fucking god, said Chris. I can’t do this. He turned around to the door to walk out, and it was at the moment he realised there is no handle on the inside of this door.

Pull-up's could be a thing if only companies made a decent one. We used to have a decent one from Incontinenceshop.com in the UK called DryLife pants Maxi, but they got "improved" and now they are terrible like the rest. The all seem to suffer the same two problems: 1. Manufactures want to make them fit a huge range of waste sizes, so you get like a 28' to 44' waste. So if you're a 32' inch waste like me there is just a ridiculous amount of horrible frilly nonsense. 2. The pad ends far too low at the front for men. If you're not stood up when you have an accident, it will pour up over the top.

Introduction: Chris is a mature and responsible 22 year old university student, recently thrown out by his parents for being gay and looking for somewhere to live and for some people to support him. He responds to an Ad from Frank and Brenda, who are looking for an adult son. Their treatment of him is loving and caring, but the rules and regime are a real challenge for Chris. Throughout Chris has various opportunities to leave, he always chooses to stay. This is my take on a theme I know has been done before, I’ve written over 40 chapters documenting Chris’s experiences with Frank and Brenda Morden, from the warm and loving to the outright humiliating and sometimes what seem like cruel and brutal. If people like where it’s going I’ll serialise and post them as things get gradually deeper and deeper. Contains nappies / diapers (obviously), wee and poo, physical restraint, BDSM, as well as love warmth and affection. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - Responding to the Ad It was 1pm on a beautiful English summer’s day as Chris walked up to the front door of number 40, the large house at the end of the lane. His heart was pounding in his chest. Chris is 22, 5’ 8”, slim build and with beautiful thick blond hair that he wears about 2 inches long. He’s a shy guy and had a rough time. He’s recently come out to his parents and it’s not gone well. They’ve cut off his money for uni and told him to make his own way. He’s hoping that Frank and Brenda who he is about to meet can help him. Chris is here because he’s responding to an Ad he saw online. “Mutually beneficial relationship wanted. Brenda and Frank are looking for a male, between 20 and 25, to be their adoptive son for 2 - 5 years, in return for lodging, food and any educational bills paid to help their adoptive son grow into a fine young man”. It seems like a good deal. As the door opened a man and a woman in their mid 50’s stood there with warm smiles. Both were quite tall and heavily built. The man, who must be Frank was at least 6’ 2” and looked as strong as an ox. ‘Hello my love’, said the woman. ‘I’m Brenda and this is Frank. You must be Chris, would you like to come in?’ They walked into a large hall, and then into a beautiful sitting room. It’s ever so hot said Brenda, would you like a drink? ‘Frank and I are having tea, for you I’ve got Apple or Orange Squash. What would you like?’ Chris quite fancied tea, but he said ‘oh err Orange please’. Chris sat down and Brenda came in with two teas and a sippy cup containing squash. Chris looked at it oddly and took it politely. They all introduced one another and exchanged pleasantries. Then Frank slapped his leg authoritatively and said ‘right, let’s get down to it…’ ‘Brenda and I have never been able to have kids of our own, so we adopt young men and bring them up instead. Over the last 10 years we’ve had 3 sons all live here as if they were ours. We’ll pay for everything you need, a room in our lovely house, food, activities and for you to finish your education, all you have to do is be our son.’ ‘That sounds great’ said Chris, 'I can do that'. ‘There are terms though Chris' said Frank' to make sure we all get out of this what we want. We’ve never had kids, so we like to live some aspects of that with our sons. As this will cost us a lot of money, you’d need to sign a contract with us for 2 years, with the option of extending to 5. If you broke the contract you’d have to pay us back all the money we’ve given you, plus £120 a night board and lodging. Additionally for the heartbreak it would cause us, £1000 compensation. I’m being up front and completely open about it, that’s the deal.’ Chris thought about that, and to be honest, it all sounded pretty reasonable, except that £1000 compensation. That’s weird. ‘Okaaaay’ said Chris a little unsure at this point. ‘We don’t ask much of our sons’ said Frank, ‘But there are a few simple, non negotiable house rules for those in our care. 1. We’re the parents, you’re the son, you do as you’re asked to. Ok, thought Chris, it’s their house, fair enough. 2. Bedtime is at 7:30pm, get up is at 7:30am. You can have a light on until 9pm, then it’s lights out. What??? 12 hours a day in bed, that’s a bit crazy. It’s to give Brenda and I some me time, said Frank. 3. You’ll wear protection at all times inside and outside the house, no exceptions.’ ‘Sorry’ said Chris, ‘what do you mean with that last one, what is protection?’ He was imagining having to wear like a hard hat and high vis or something. ‘It’s to stop accidents love’ smiled Brenda. ‘Sorry if I’m being a bit dumb’ said Chris uneasily ‘What type of accidents?’ Frank waved his hand to his crotch area and said ‘You know, accidents, accidents in your pants’. Chris looked at them confused. ‘I don’t have accidents in my pants’ he said slowly. Frank was very clear. ‘Well they’re the main terms, accept them or we’ll bid you a good afternoon and safe trip back’. ‘What is the protection?’ asked Chris gently. ‘It’s a pad, it goes around your waist, you won’t know it’s there after a day or two’ said Frank. ‘Oh don’t beat around the bush’ said Brenda. ‘It’s a nappy my love’. Chapter 2 - Walk away? After the list of 3 requirements Chris was ready to leave. Brenda could sense it too. ‘Would you like a tour love, it might convince you, we have so much to offer. We’re really not asking for much, it’s just something we like, it keeps us all close, like a family’. Being ever polite Chris agreed. They went through into the kitchen, which was enormous with a large island in the middle. Though Chris couldn’t help but notice all the cupboards had locks on. Weird. The tour continued through their expansive and beautiful home, until Brenda opened the door to a small room on the upper floor and said, ‘This is the changing room’. The corner of the room was stacked with large packs of what must be adult disposable nappies. There was a large changing table in the middle and a hoist hanging from the ceiling. Next to the changing table was a book shelf full of nappies all neatly stacked and organised. Chris didn’t know what to think, he felt like laughing to be honest. ‘It’s a beautiful way to care for someone’ said Brenda, in a gentle and loving tone. Next they opened the door to a large bedroom. ‘This would be yours’ said Brenda. Chris looked into what was the most amazing room. It was painted mid blue, with Lego and toys all around the outside. There was a large treasure chest in the middle against the wall filled with toys and games. Over by the door was an iMac, iPad and iPhone new and in the box on a desk. In the middle of the room a comfy looking single bed, with a Cars duvet on. It was a cross between a rich child and rich teens room. Chris loved it, he’d seen rooms like this in movies, but he’d never had one himself. ‘Come down and sit in the garden for a bit’ said Brenda. ‘Have a think about it, no pressure. We’ll leave you alone for a bit’. Chris paced up and down the garden. He’d travelled a long way for this. If he left, he had nothing, no where to go, little money and some hardship ahead on his own. If he stayed, he would live in this amazing house, in that incredible room, with these two nice people promising to pay. But, and it was a big BUT, the nappy thing was weird. Did they really mean it? Was it really that big of a deal for all this? He thought about the nappy thing some more, in fact it was the only real potential deal breaker. Just because I wear it, doesn’t mean I have to use it does it? I know they’ve got the changing table and all that, but after a few weeks of realising I’ve never had an accident and obviously don’t need it they’re gonna bore of it. And, if they want me to wear it for their pleasure or something sometimes, so they can get their kicks, why not. It’s harmless, it’s free. Chapter 3 - The Contract Chris came in from the garden to Brenda and Frank looking at him hopefully and expectantly. ‘Well?’ said Brenda. ‘Do we have enough to offer you?’ ‘Yes’ said Chris ‘I’m not sure about the nappy thing, but otherwise yes’. ‘You’ll get over that in no time, said Frank. It means a lot to us and it’s a very minor thing for you’. Frank placed an official looking sheet of paper in front of Chris: This contact is between the “parents” and “son” named below. For a period of 2 years starting from the date signed by all parties. The parents shall provide board, lodging, food, educational fees, transportation and all other expenses required by the son during his stay. The son shall: 1. Do as instructed by the parents at all times and is subject to punishments if not. 2. Be in bed between the hours of 7:30pm and 7:30am unless deviated from by the parents. Having a light on is permitted between 7:30pm and 9:00pm for reading or using electronic devices, subject to safety equipment being set by the parents to make that physically possible. 3. Wear and use protection at all times for toileting needs. When at home and in the presence of the parents, they will change it. If our alone the son may change it himself, but must bring home all used ones for inspection. 4. Wear a GPS enabled device. There was then a whole section detailing the financial implications Frank went over before. This contract shall be deemed broken if the son, engages in behaviours such as, but not limited to: 1. Refusing to wear any safety equipment applied to him by the parents. 2. Refusing to wear or removing his nappy without the knowledge of his parents. 3. Removing his GPS device. 4. Abandonment, ie running away and leaving. Chris didn’t really understand it all. Especially the bits around safety equipment. What did that mean? The gps thing was also new, but didn’t sound like a big deal. The rest of it though looked as expected, so he went ahead and signed it and passed it back to Frank. Frank and Brenda signed it too and then Brenda gave Chris a huge smile and said. You can call us mum and dad now. Let’s get you changed. Chapter 4 - Nappy No.1 Brenda grabbed Chris’s hand and walked him upstairs to the changing room with Frank closely behind. ‘Ok strip to your pants’ said Brenda ‘And jump up on the table’. For Chris it felt a bit like being at the doctors. It was also very embarrassing, he had not expected to get naked in front of these people. He stood there just wearing his blue Calvin Kline jockey underpants, slightly shaking. ‘Come on’ said Frank ‘Jump up’. He lay looking at the ceiling, when Frank gabbed his legs and threw them in the air. Attaching them to a hoist in the ceiling. He then pulled a cord and his legs were pulled up into the air lifting his bum off the table. Brenda then grabbed a large pair of scissors and cut straight through the side of Chris’ best underpants. ‘Hey!’ said Chris. ‘Shhh’ said Brenda gently. ‘You’re not going to need them. When you’re back in pants we’ll buy you new ones’. With that she gently removed the cut pants and started to apply cream to Chris’ bottom and around his groin. It felt so weird to Chris to have someone touch him like that. He’d had a brief fling with a girl a year ago, but nothing very intimate. Brenda went over to the shelf and pulled out a nappy. ‘You’ll wear something a bit more special sometimes’ she said. ‘But day to day you’ll most likely be in these. It’s a Euro Tena Slip Ultima Active fit. They’re plastic backed so nice and secure. Your daily driver as Frank and I say, they then both looked at each other and chuckled’. Brenda opened it out then slid it under Chris’s bum. Frank then lowered the hoist such that Chris’s bum rested into the nappy and his knees were bent. Brenda then opened his legs a surprisingly long way and pulled it up tight, and pushed his penis firmly down into it, before securing it with four tapes, one at a time. She then ran her hand around Chris’ bum making sure his leg guards were raised. Which tickled all the way around making Chris giggle. Frank unhooked Chris’ legs and rolled him on his side, before giving him a kind pat on the bum. ‘There you go son, that’s it, all done. Up you get’. Chris sat up. As he did the nappy crinkled and popped. He dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. The bulk of this thing between his skinny legs felt enormous. How on earth was he going to get used to wearing this? ‘Ok son said Frank, that’s it, from now on you need to go, you just go, ok? You don’t need to worry about it, Brenda or I will sort it out’. Chris looked at him and then looked at Brenda, yeah yeah he thought. She nodded affirmatively. He looked down at the disposable nappy he had on in total bewilderment. ‘Do you want to go to your room now and get settled in?’ said Brenda.