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These are the first two parts of a brand new and long running story I’ve been working on, which is probably my most ambitious yet! I’ve written quite a few chapters ahead on this one so should be able to regularly add to it. Please send me feedback if you’d like! ——————— Chapter 1 “Who’s ready for a game of truth or dare?” Freya said as she sat on the sofa holding a bottle of cranberry flavoured vodka. Luke was the first to join her as he sat on the other side of the coffee table in a cheap ikea armchair. The final two housemates, Archie and Lottie, soon joined and sat around the table. The four were all in their third year of university and thanks to their generational wealth and posh families from the country, they had managed to afford to rent a terraced house only a 10 minute walk away from the university campus. Archie and Freya were studying psychology, Lottie mathematics and Luke was studying law. The house wasn't the cleanest but it was extremely convenient and the four of them loved living together. While they all had different interests and personalities, there was something they all loved doing together; drinking. They loved the social aspect of university and together they’d hit the town and enjoy being young at least a few nights a week. They all acted differently while drunk and seemed to enjoy eachothers company even more when they had a drink or two. After going clubbing or hitting the local bars and pubs, they’d usually come home and continue the night with some drinking games, and tonight was no different. They were super drunk, but were relaxed enough to play a game or two. “I’ll start by asking Lottie, and then we’ll go round the table clockwise? Sound good?” Archie suggested. They all nodded in agreement and the game begun. If any of them refused to answer a truth or take a dare, they’d have to drink a shot. The game started relatively tame but started to get increasingly risky and revealing. Luke didn’t want to admit it but he hated this game, and ensured that he was drunk enough to sit through it and take anything he was asked to share or do. “Luke. Truth or dare?” Freya asked him as he felt 3 sets of eyes on him. “Ummm, truth I guess?” Luke replied. “Okay, let me think. Hmmmm?” Freya said as she pulled up her drop top so it was positioned correctly. “I’ve got one! When was the last time you pissed your pants?” Freya asked. The room was shocked. “What the fuck Freya?” Lottie said jokingly. “What? Loads of people piss themselves when they are drunk, I was just wondering if it had ever happened to Luke?” Freya justified her question. Luke just looked around at everyone as if he was expected to answer. He considered just taking the drink but he was really drunk and he felt like one more drink could be the tipping point for him. “Bit of a weird question Freya but okay here we go. When I was in year 7 I forgot to go to the toilet before walking home and didn’t make it, I pissed myself about 5 minutes from the front door” Luke blurted out, immediately going red. “Hahahaha!” Freya burst out laughing, with Archie and Lottie both failing to hold back giggles. “Did your mum and dad see it when you got home?” Archie asked. “Ummm no, they weren’t home so I quickly washed my pants and trousers as soon as I got home” Luke explained. “That’s so embarrasssing haha” Freya kept laughing. “Okay I said the truth, Lottie your next” Luke said as he tried to move the game on. “Oooooooh sorry ‘Mr Pants Wetter’!” Freya teased. Luke just gave her a pointed look of annoyance and asked Lottie the question. The game continued for another 10 or 15 minutes until it was nearly midnight and it had devolved into a double shot situation and everyone was pretty intoxicated. It was once again Freya’s turn to ask Luke. “Truth or dare?” Freya asked. “Dare” Luke quickly replied, staring Freya down. There was silence as Freya stared at Luke with a devilish grin. “I dare you to piss your pants” she said confidently. Everyone sat in silence for a few seconds processing what Freya had just asked Luke to do. “Fuck off Freya” Luke replied dismissing her request. “Take a drink then, or are you too much of a chicken?” Freya teased. “I’m not even going to drink, that’s a stupid dare” Luke replied. “Luke you know the rules come on mate” Archie said. “Yeah take the drink, unless you’d rather do the dare?” Lottie piled in. “Luke it’s the game and you know the rules. Either you wet yourself, drink a double shot or I’ll share that photo of you snogging that girl in the club from last week!” Freya said. “Hey that’s not fair!” Luke said. “You won’t do it, your a chicken! Bwack bwack bwack!” Freya teased him further making chicken noises. Luke was so drunk he couldn’t think straight and with all the noise around him his head was spinning. He knew he couldn’t physically drink any more alcohol without throwing up and he couldn’t risk the said photo being shared as it would be the end of his life. He only saw one option. As the chicken noises continued he felt more and more aggrieved and suddenly he stood up. “Fine Freya have it your way, but I’m not a chicken!” Luke said as he separated his legs slightly and held up the front of his oversized grey t-shirt so the crotch of his baggy blue jeans were visible to everyone. Luke then shut his eyes and pushed his bladder, and after a few seconds he could feel the front of his pants warm up as liquid began to trickle down his leg and create a huge visible wet patch and streaks on the inside of his legs. A puddle began to form underneath his feet. “Oh. My. God. Luke you actually pissed your pants” Freya said as the room fell silent. “Happy now? You happy Freya?” Luke shouted as his anger grew. “Games over. All of you fuck off”. They all quickly left the room and went to their bedrooms as Luke stood still and looked down at his now soaked jeans. Was it his drunken state or short temper that made him do it? He didn’t stop to wonder as he took off his jeans and soaked boxers and grabbed a towel from the laundry room as he got to work cleaning up. He then threw the clothes in the washing machine and went upstairs for a quick shower before heading to bed, his head spinning. Luke woke up the next morning with an intense headache, a telltale sign of a hangover form him. He sat up and grabbed the packet of paracetamol on his bedside table and took it with a huge sip of water. As he stared into space waiting for the meds to take affect, he couldn’t help but think about last night. He remembered the feeling of releasing his pee into his pants and he deeply regretted what he did. Why didn’t he just take the shot and throw up, it would have been less embarrassing. Although that wasn’t his biggest worry, that was the niggling thought in the back of his head that he didn’t actually mind the initial feeling of wetting himself, it almost felt warm and comforting. He quickly shook his head to snap out of it as he felt himself stiffening in his pants. He decided to get up and grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen he was met by Freya, who was stood by the kitchen counter nursing her coffee. They briefly made eye contact before Luke went to the fridge to grab the milk, then a mug and then walked closer as he lunged for the cafetière. “Umm Luke. I just wanted to say I’m sorry about last night. I was bang out of order and I shouldn’t have gone for you like that” Freya said apologetically. “Thanks. It’s okay” Luke replied quietly. “No I’m serious I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I embarrassed you and I promise I won’t mention it again. I’ll speak to Archie and Lottie too and I’ll make them forget the whole evening. It’s my fault” Freya begged for forgiveness. “Look I said it’s okay, just drop it please?” Luke said as he finished making his coffee and went back to his room. Freya just watched him leave in silence. She then pulled out her phone and started texting both Archie and Lottie. Hey Lot, I just spoke to Luke and I promised him we won’t talk about what happened last night as I’m really ashamed how I made him feel. Promise me you won’t bring it up? Freya xxx Lottie was just finishing getting dressed as she heard a long from her phone. She looked at herself in the mirror and gave her outfit of some dark grey skinny jeans, a white vest and a chequered green and red shirt undone at the front a nod of approval. Her frizzy hair was tidied with a messy ponytail and her glasses straightened. She was a typical nerdy student and many people were confused how her and Freya, a more glamorous girly girl were such good friends. She picked up her phone and read the text from Freya, and it instantly brought her memory back from last night and how it made her feel watching Luke openly wet himself in front her her and the others. The thin hairs on her arms stood to attention as she closed her eyes and remembered the event, the sight of seeing the wet patch form on the front on Luke’s jeans. She wouldn’t admit to anyone, but it turned her on. She was very shy with her feelings but she did have a secret she’d never told anyone else. She had always been excited at the prospect of dominating someone and treating them like a baby. She didn’t know where it came from, but it’s always been her wildest fantasy and she regularly reads fan fiction online and reads about relationships between people where the woman forces the man to do degrading things and be treated like an infant. The sight of Luke wetting himself brought that all to a head and she had been awake all night about whether she should approach Luke about what happened. She was really conflicted. She replied to her friend: It’s okay I won’t say anything. I promise. Lot xxx Lottie looked at the time on her phone and realised it was time to leave as she had a lecture in half an hour. She quickly brushed her teeth and headed downstairs to put her trainers on and head out. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she nearly clattered into Luke as he picked up his bag next to the shoe rack. “Oh hey Luke. I was just going to my lecture do you want to walk there with me?” Lottie asked. “Yeah okay, I was just heading out too” Luke replied. They both were out the door in a few minutes and were heading to the campus just down the road. Lottie admired Luke’s outfit which consisted of a baggy brown hoodie and some grey joggers. She hated to admit it but she had a very small crush on Luke. “My head is still pounding from last night! How do you feel?” Lottie asked. “I feel okay, just a bit tired really” Luke responded as they strolled down the residential street their house was on. “Look Luke I know you don’t want to talk about it but I promise I won’t take the piss out of you for what happened during truth or dare. It’s okay” Lottie said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it” Luke shut down. “Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to ask you, how did it feel?” Lottie asked. Luke stopped in his tracks and looked at Lottie confused at her question. Why would she ask that? Why would she want to know how it made him feel to wet himself in front of his three best friends? “What the fuck Lottie?” Luke said angrily as he walked off leaving Lottie behind. Lottie could only stand still and watch him walk away, disappointed at how he’d reacted and deeply regretting probing him further. Chapter 2 Luke couldn’t concentrate in his lecture. His mind kept wandering back to his brief conversation with Lottie and the question she asked. ‘How did it feel?’. He didn’t know what she meant, did she mean how it physically felt or how it made him feel emotionally. Even if he did answer, he himself was conflicted as he knew somewhere in his head he had a weird feeling of enjoyment from it. As much as he tried to forget the whole incident, he just couldn’t. As another half an hour in his lecture went by he decided to get out his phone and begin texting. Hey. I’m sorry about shouting at you earlier. Do you want to meet for a coffee at lunch? Starbucks in town at 1pm? Luke Lottie’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she walked out of the lecture theatre on the other side of campus. As she read Luke’s text she couldn’t help by smirk and she was intrigued by what he wanted to say over coffee. She replied: It’s okay I understand. Sure I’ll be there. Lottie xxx She put her phone back in her pocket and headed into town ready for her coffee with Luke. She began to run over in her head what she was going to say and tried to theorise what his responses would be, but she realised she was really heading into the unknown and needed to prepare to either put all her cards on the table or hold them close to her chest. Luke checked his watch and could see it was nearly 1pm as he approached the front door to Starbucks. As he opened the door and the warm air hit his face, he could see Lottie sat near the back of the cafe with her laptop open on the table and a large latte positioned next to it. They both waved at eachother as Luke ordered himself a hot chocolate and waited for it to be prepared by the barista. “Hey Luke, good morning lecture?” Lottie said as Luke joined her at her table. Luckily it was a quiet day so no one was sat near them. “Ummm just a boring one about litigations and stuff, I’ll spare you the details. How about you?” Luke replied as he spooned the whipped cream off his hot chocolate. “It was good but nothing really to report about” Lottie said as she closed the screen of her laptop. “I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier, I wanted to meet to apologise in person because it wasn’t fair” Luke grovelled. “Hey it’s fine, I’m sorry I brought up the whole game I shouldn’t have” Lottie said. Luke thought about what he would say next. After a few seconds contemplating he went for the riskier option in his head. “I also wanted to ask. What did you mean by your question?” Luke asked. “Ohhh ummm, I don’t know really. I’ve just never seen anyone do that before and I was just curious as to what it felt like I don’t know why” Lottie scrambled for an answer. “I don’t really know how to answer that, I don’t know what to say” Luke said quietly. “Say no more, I’ll drop it I promise” Lottie cut him off. There was a moment of awkward silence as they looked away from eachother trying their best not to make eye contact. “It felt… it felt weird. Like my whole lower body warmed up” Luke whispered. “Oh okay. Wow” Lottie replied, shocked that Luke hadn’t moved on the conversation. “I hated the wet feeling. But for a few seconds, it kind of felt… nice” Luke paused before saying that last word. Luke had always liked Lottie the most out of his small friendship group. While he got on really well with Archie and Freya, they were both a lot more outgoing and well, popular. Lottie was more quiet, reserved and calculating and he definitely related to that more. He sometimes wished he spent more time with her because they had so much more in common. “Really? It’s okay to feel like that” Lottie said as she reached across and put her hand on top of his. “Thanks. I’m really confused by the whole thing and I’m super embarrassed” Luke admitted. “It’s okay I’m your friend and you can talk to me. Do you know why I asked you that question earlier? Not going to lie I thought it was pretty hot” Lottie went for it. “Really?” Luke perked up. “Yeah it was. The vulnerability of it, the confidence to just stand up and do it in front of everyone. That’s hot” Lottie admitted. “Oh I see. It did feel pretty good to just let go I was bursting for the loo” Luke replied. “You don’t think I’m weird do you? Like I doubt many people would actually wet themselves just because someone asked them to in a game of truth or dare?” Luke said, criticising himself. “You don’t need to be ashamed of yourself and no I don’t think your weird at all. If you want to talk about it more please just ask me, it can be our secret yeah?” Lottie said comforting him. “I’ve got lots of studying to do so I’ll see you back at home. Bye Luke”. With that Lottie left and Luke was just sat at the table in shock and completely unsure on what to think. From that conversation he took away the fact that Lottie enjoyed watching him wet himself and thought it was hot. He began to feel less ashamed and thought more deeper about what he did last night. The rest of the afternoon went quickly and before she knew it Lottie was back home and in her room reading her favourite romance novel. She heard some noises and talking outside her door and got up and opened it. “Oh hey Lottie, me and Freya were talking about going down the pub for a few if you wanted to join?” Archie asked as he put on his brown leather jacket. “Nah you’re alright, I’m going to use tonight as recovery from the last week I feel so tired” Lottie rejected. “Fairs. Luke’s being boring too and staying in. You ready Freya?” Archie shouted as Freya opened her bedroom door. “Coming!” Lottie heard as Freya rushed out wearing a short black dress and a green cardigan paired with a darker green scarf. “Have a good time” Lottie said as she closed her door again. She then put down her book and began pacing up and down in her room with the knowledge that she was alone in the house with Luke. What was she going to do? Was she going to drop it or would she keep hammering home the fact she enjoyed watching him wet his pants? After a bit of time in her room she decided to go downstairs and have something easy for dinner. She went downstairs and walked past the living room, and saw Luke sat on the sofa watching the news with a bowl of pasta. She quickly went past leaving him alone and decided to make some food instead. Once she had prepared a bowl of microwave noodles she grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and joined Luke in the living room. “What’s going on in the news then?” Lottie asked as she sat confidently on the armchair next to the sofa. “Oh not much. Looks like the government are trying to raise income tax again” Luke said. “Bastards! Want a beer?” Lottie said as she held out a bottle. “Go on then, only one” Luke said as he took the beer and cracked it open with the bottle opener on the table. One beer turned into two, turned into three, and then the bottle of wine came out. Lottie and Luke chatted about all sorts for a good few hours. Whether it was their degrees, the news, their housemates, anything. It was the first time in a while they could talk one-to-one and they were both really enjoying their own company. In the middle of a conversation about the future after they completed their degrees, Luke felt a twinge in his bladder. The beer and wine he’d been drinking had reached his bladder and he knew within a few minutes he’d be needing the toilet. Out of politeness he held on for a few more minutes, but he was worried as soon as he mentioned he needed the toilet the previous nights incident that had happened just a few feet away from them would come up again. He had reached breaking point just as Lottie was finishing her point about job opportunities for psychology graduates. “Sorry I’ll be back in a minute, just got to nip to the loo” Luke said as he stood up. “Oh, sure” Lottie replied but last last word hung in the air. Luke hesitated as he hovered on the spot. He looked at Lottie and she stared right back at him. “Do you want…” Lottie said slowly. “Hmmm?” Luke quietly squeaked. Lottie let out a heavy deep breath. “Do you want to… do you want to perhaps, go in your pants again?”. “Wha?” Luke said. “Well you said it felt nice earlier. Maybe you should try it again? I promise I won’t tell Freya and Archie. Remember, it’s our secret” Lottie. “I don’t know” Luke said conflicted. Lottie stood up and put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s okay. I can tell that you want to. I won’t tell anyone. Come on” Lottie said as she took his hand and led him out of the living room and up the stairs. Luke felt like he wasn’t in control of his body or actions as he let himself be led by her. They both walked into Luke’s room and into his en-suite bathroom. “Take your socks off” Lottie said. Luke bent down and pulled his white sports socks off his feet. He then stood and looked at Lottie confused. “I’m not sure I want to do this again” Luke said anxiously. Lottie leaned in and kissed him on the lips. “It’s okay, you can do it” she said reassuringly. “Step into the shower, you can do it there. You won’t have to clean up a puddle then”. Luke slowly stepped into the shower. He was wearing the same outfit he’d spent the day in. He’d taken off his brown hoodie and was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt and his grey joggers, with a pair of grey and red striped hipster boxers. He was stood with his legs apart in the shower facing Lottie. He gave her a look of fear, he wasn’t sure what was going on and didn’t know how to feel. “Go on Luke. When you are ready” Lottie said reassuringly. Luke held the bottom of his t-shirt and closed his eyes. More sober than he was yesterday, he struggled to let go as easily as he did yesterday. He tried to imagine being stood in front of the toilet with his trousers and pants around his ankles, which helped. A few seconds later a small spurt of wee was soaked up by his pants and a small wet patch formed on the front of his joggers. Lottie saw it form and began to get excited. Like earlier, the hairs on her arms stood to attention. “Come on, you can do more than that. Just let go, it’s okay” she said quietly. Luke listened to her words and it spurred him on. He pushed on his bladder once again and this time the flood gates fully opened. Like yesterday, his whole crotch felt warm as his wee began to soak the front of his pants and joggers as darker streaks appeared on his inner legs. He then felt the wetness reach the bottom of his bum and he accidentally let out a sigh of relief. This experience gave him his answer to his conflicted feelings - he likes this feeling. Heck, he loved it. “Wow well done Luke” Lottie said hardly being able to hold back her excitement. “Pull down your joggers”. Luke didn’t think twice and grabbed the waistband of his joggers and revealed his soaking boxers. “Turn around so I can see your bum” Lottie then asked. He complied again. He turned around and Lottie got a full view of his boxers clinging to his bum cheeks. They were visibly wet until about half way up his bum. “Well done” Lottie said as she grabbed his bum. Luke jumped surprised, but didn’t move away.

Hey, I’m in a rich vein of writing form so may as well keep going! This story is going to act as a sequel to The Trip to Disneyland, a story I wrote a few years ago. I loved these characters so thought I should revisit them. Please let me know what you think of my other short stories by dropping me a message - I’m always open to chatting! ———————— Chapter 1 Cameron stared out of the passenger window at the other cars on the motorway wondering where they were all going. For him, him and his girlfriend Ellie were driving up the M6 motorway from their home in the South of England all the way up to Manchester to visit some new friends. It had been 2 months since they returned from their first holiday together in Disneyland Paris, and since then their relationship and ABDL dynamic had flourished. They had both found jobs post-university and outside of work hours Cameron was wearing nappies pretty much full time. While carefully managing his control, Ellie had him on strict instruction to not use the toilet unless at work, but even then Cameron would occasionally dribble in his pants and even succumb to the occasional full-blown accident, which has led him to wear discreet absorbent underwear at work from time to time. Ellie decided they needed a weekend away and the perfect opportunity arose when her new friend Sarah, who they had met in Disneyland, messaged to suggest a meet up and ‘play date’ for Cameron and Sarah’s ABDL partner Grace. After making arrangements to visit their new friends in the North of England, they set off early on Friday morning on the 5 hour drive to Manchester. ”How you doing Cam are you okay? Only an hour and a half until we get there according to the sat-nav, but we’ll stop for breakfast at the next service station. Sound good?” Ellie said as she turned down the volume on the car’s radio. ”Okay that sounds good, I’ve been asleep for most of the journey so didn’t even notice how long had passed. Can you change me when we stop I think I’m a bit wet” Cameron asked as he felt his Rearz Alpaca nappy under his green joggers. ”Aww sure no probably baby. I know it’s been a long drive so far so I expected a stop or two for a change. Thank you for letting me know” Ellie said. Cameron continued to stare out of the window watching the world go by. He was now fully comfortable in his dynamic with Ellie and it almost felt unnatural for him to not be padded nowadays. His experiences at Disneyland had also numbed him to the embarrassment of using nappies in public and he was able to use his nappies with relative ease, especially for weeing. He’d not even hold on or clench his bladder now, he just lets it go as soon as he feels it. This has resulted in him being at least slightly damp in his pants most of the time, and he was basically a full time bedwetter. Truth be told he didn’t even know when he wet himself in the car, he just woke up soggy. ”Here we go there’s a service station about a mile away, looks like it has a McDonalds too! We’ll have some breakfast there” Ellie said as she pointed at the road sign signalling the exit for the service station. ”Yay! I’m starving” Cameron peeped. Ellie had no problem finding a parking space right next to the entrance. “Come on soggy bum let’s change you first before we go for breakfast. I think we should get you into some nicer clothes as well because we aren’t going to stop again until we get to Sarah and Grace’s” Ellie said as she reached onto the back seat and retrieved a small red backpack. ”Okay mummy, is it meant to be warm in Manchester?” Cameron asked as he was passed the backpack. ”Think it’s meant to be a bit grey and rainy so we’ll get out your jeans and coat. You can keep your hoodie on if you like” Ellie responded as she opened the car door. Cameron rustled through his suitcase and grabbed his jeans and then followed Ellie into the service station. His wet nappy bulged underneath his joggers and made his bum look big but he didn’t car, in fact he quite liked it. Ellie led him into the disabled toilet and got to work changing his nappy. She took the portable changing mat out of his red backpack and laid it on the floor before Cameron got on top and Ellie routinely cleaned him up and strapped him into a ABU Little Kings nappy, which had rapidly become a favourite of his due to how similar they looked to pampers. He then stood up and Ellie helped him into his jeans which just about fit over his nappy. As she buckled his belt he could see that the waistband of his nappy was clearly visible over the top of his jeans. ”Ready for breakfast?” Ellie asked as he tied up his shoes. ”Yes please? I’ll have a breakfast wrap if they have it!” Cameron responded as he stood up straight. They then left the toilet, headed to McDonalds and got back on the road to complete the journey. After about 2 hours they found themselves in a suburban area of Manchester and pulled onto Sarah and Grace’s street. “I think this is it!” Ellie said as she pulled onto the drive of a delightful looking semi-detached house next to a well-kept front garden. ”This looks really nice” Cameron added as he looked ahead at the house. ”It does doesn’t it! I think we’re going to have lots of fun this weekend. Let’s go, can you manage your backpack and suitcase?” Ellie asked. ”Yes mummy” Cameron responded, delving into his little space. ”Good boy” Ellie said as she undid her seatbelt and leaned across to land a kiss on Cameron’s cheek. They both vacated the car and Cameron went straight for the boot and lifted out his suitcase before opening the back passenger door and retrieved his backpack, all while his nappy was on show as he bent over and his hoodie rode up his back. He then followed Ellie up the path to the front porch. She rang the doorbell and after a few seconds Sarah answered the door in her dressing gown and pyjamas. ”Hello there! So lovely to see you come on in” Sarah welcomed. They both stepped in and Sarah shut the door behind them. “I hope the drive was uneventful you must’ve set off so early” Sarah said as she embraced Ellie in a hug as Cameron put down his suitcase and backpack. ”Went along without a hitch! We thought we’d get here early to avoid the traffic” Ellie replied. ”Come her Cameron give me a big hug how are you doing?” Sarah said as she wrapped her strong arms around Cameron as he blushed. ”I’m good thank you” Cameron responded politely. ”We’ve got so much fun in store for you this weekend” Sarah teased. “Grace! Cameron and Ellie are here come and say hi!” she then shouted. “Sorry we’ve had a bit of a lie in so we aren’t quite ready to go yet”. ”No problem I realise we’ve got here earlier than planned” Ellie said apologetically. ”Don’t sweat it!” Sarah replied. Cameron then heard the sound of running footsteps from upstairs and soon he saw Grace hurtle down the stairs dressed in a short sleeve Lilo and Stitch t-shirt and matching blue shorts with a Rearz Princess nappy bulging from the leg holes and waist. “Cam and Ellie!” She screeched as she practically flung herself at Cameron and hugged him. He fell onto his back foot due to her strength. ”Hi Grace” Cameron said as she stood infront of him and smiled at her. She then moved onto hugging Ellie. ”Hey Grace, love your jammies!” Ellie said as she reciprocated a hug. Cameron then was assaulted by an all to familiar smell as he scrunched his nose, realising that Grace must have a messy nappy. ”Ummm Gracey do you have something to tell me?” Sarah said as she tapped her on the shoulder. ”Oh sorry mummy. I’ve done a poo” Grace said as she turned and looked at Sarah. ”I can smell as much, what a way to welcome our guests!” Sarah said as she grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so she could check her nappy. “Sorry about this, I’ve not had time to change Gracey out of her nighttime nappy and looks like she’s already done her morning business” she added as she pulled back the waistband of Grace’s shorts and peered down the back of her nappy. ”Right then smelly bum, go back upstairs and I’ll come and change you” she ordered as she patted Grace’s bum and sent her back upstairs. Cameron watched her bulging bottom sway sideways as she traversed the stairs and smiled. ”Why don’t you let me take your bags up and you both go and make yourselves comfortable in the living room, once I’ve changed Grace we’ll tell you about what we have lined up this weekend?” Sarah suggested. ”Sounds lovely!” Ellie said as she led Cameron into the living room while Sarah followed Grace upstairs.

Chapter 1 Finn sat on the bus looking at passers by through the window and thinking ‘what have I let myself in for?’. He’d been an avid user of fetlife for little under 6 months and it didn’t take long for him to make a connection on there. After back and forth for a couple of months, he’d agreed to meet Holly - an experienced abdl mummy who lived only an hours bus ride away. Although nervous about exposing his ABDL fetish to someone he’d never met before, he wanted this and decided to take the plunge. As he focused on the music blaring from his earphones, he looked down at himself and felt embarrassed and hoped no one would judge him based on his outfit. As part of the agreement for meeting Finn, Holly had sent him some clothes that she wanted him to wear to their first meeting. His outfit consisted of a pair of briefs with dinosaur patterns all over (he had no idea how she found some in his size, he assumed she’d bought them from Etsy), some light grey jersey shorts and a t-shirt with photos of marvel superheroes all over it. Although he was 19 years old, he in fact looked at 12. He guessed it would all be part of the experience, but he was surprised that she didn’t make him wear a nappy, or even pull-ups. The final detail was that she’d ordered him to have a breakfast of oatmeal, a large coffee and a a 1 litre bottle of water. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. “Next stop: Baker Road” the bus announcement said. ‘My stop’ Finn thought, as he took out his earphones and got up off the seat and walked down the bus as it came to a stop. He thanked the bus driver and then opened up Google maps to make sure he headed in the right direction. Holly has assured him her house was only a few doors down from the bus stop, and sure enough he found it with ease. The house was semi-detached and fairly unassuming, with a well kept front garden and a small hatchback car parked in the driveway. “Here we go” Finn said as he took a deep breath and made his way towards the front door. After hesitating for a second, he rung the doorbell and waited patiently for an answer. In super quick time the door flung open. “Hello sweety, you must be Finn?” Holly chirped. She was exactly how she described, a tall, blonde, middle aged beauty who towered above Finn and was wearing a tight light grey sports vest and matching shorts, revealing her amazing figure. “Yep that’s me, nice to meet you” Finn replied, shaking with nerves. Holly unexpectedly pulled him in and gave him a big hug, and as she did his head nestled between her plump boobs, due to the height difference. After a few seconds she let go and they both looked at each other. “Since it’s such a nice day, shall we go for a walk and we can chat and get to know each other?” Holly proposed. “Yeah sure” Finn replied, slightly scared to suggest otherwise. “Awesome, I’ll just get my phone!” Holly said as she quickly ran back into the house to grab her phone. As she ran away Finn got a good look at her bum, and he tried his best not to get too excited and did his best to stop him getting a semi. Holly ran back towards him and walked him down the driveway and back down the road towards a small woods near Holly’s house. As they walked they made basic small talk to put Finn at ease, and to be fair it worked. Although the butterflies in his stomach had been replaced with an ever growing urge in his bladder. They finally made it to the woods and it was beautiful but also very quiet and secluded. “So Finn lets get down to business. So you want to be my baby?” Holly asked. Finn’s eyes widened as she asked him. “Ummm, yeah I do” Finn replied. “You are very cute Finn and I think you’d definitely make a very cute baby. But you can’t just become a baby just like that, first you need to prove that you are a baby” Holly explained. “Tell me Finn - what do babies do?”. “Babies play with toys and take naps?” Finn answered. “Correct, what else do they do?” Holly replied. “They crawl around and drink milk?” Finn said, confused as to where this was going. “Right again. Also Finn, what do babies wear?” Holly replied again. Now he realised where this was going. “Onesies?” Finn said, trying to avoid the obvious. “Yes they do Finn, but they also wear nappies underneath. Right now Finn you aren’t a baby because you don’t do any of those things and you aren’t wearing any of those things. But if you want to be a baby you need to show me that you NEED all of that, not just want it” Holly explained as he grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. They were both stood in an opening in the woods. “So, did you have the breakfast I told you to have this morning?” Holly asked. “Yes I did” Finn replied. “Good boy, so I’m guessing that right now you need to use the toilet right?” Holly said as she looked down at his crotch. “Umm yeah, I kind of need a wee” Finn answered nervously as he put his hands on his crotch. “Okay, well to prove to me you need nappies you’re going to have to show me that you need them. So Finn, I want you to wet yourself right now” Holly requested. Finn was shocked. He assumed he’d be wetting himself at some point during the day but he didn’t expect to be doing it in his pants and not in a nappy. He didn’t want to admit how desperate he was to Holly but tried his best to hide it. “But Holly we’re in public, and everyone will be able to tell” he pleaded. “I don’t care Finn, you need to prove how much of a baby you are and remember I’m in charge” she said as she bent over and moved his arms to his side and forced his legs open slightly. “I’m going to count down from five, and when I get to one I want you to wet your pants. “Five…” Holly said as she stood back and stared at him. “Wait Holly, I’m not sure I can…” “4…” “Hmmmm please” “3…” “Please don’t make me do this” “2…” “Holly!” “1…” Finn panicked, but for some reason he had accepted what he had to do. He shut his eyes and tried to imagine being stood infront of the toilet with his pants around his ankles. After a few seconds he felt a small spurt of wee get soaked up by his pants, but once it started he couldn’t stop it, a torrent of wee came out as he felt the front of his shorts warm and streams of wee trickled down his legs. After one final push he was finished, and he’d totally soaked his shorts and pants. As he opened his eyes and looked at Holly, he was alerted to the fact she was filming him! “Good boy Finn, looks like you’ve had a big accident! I wanted to film it so I can show you how much of a baby you are. So, you’ve done a number one in your pants, but there’s one more thing you need to do for me to prove you definitely need nappies. I know that the breakfast you had this morning should have already made it’s way through your body. So… do you need to go number two?” Holly explained. He hadn’t admitted it but his bowels were in need of release too and pushing the wee out had now made that more obvious. “Please don’t make me do that, I’ll do anything please” Finn pleaded. As embarrassing as it was wetting himself, messing was even worse. “Finn, you want to be a baby right? Surely you didn’t think you’d be messing yourself at some point? This way you’ll prove that you aren’t grown up enough for big boy pants and that you need to wear nappies. Now drop your shorts and turn around so your bum is facing me. If you don’t, I’ll march you back to that bus stop right now and send you home in wet shorts. Come on do it” Holly ordered. Slightly scared, Finn pulled down his shorts to reveal his soaking dinosaur briefs and turned around so she could see his petite bum and hairless legs. “Good boy, now I don’t mind if you bend over a bit but I want you to poo in those cute pants of yours, I won’t count you down but I want you to push right now” Holly ordered as she held her phone up and began filming. Finn didn’t fight it. He bent his knees slightly held the bottom of his t-shirt as a comforter and began to push. Due to the oatmeal and coffee it didn’t take a huge amount of effort before a soft lump of poo escaped his bum and met the resistance of his pants. It felt weird, like a big hot lump sat between his cheeks and pants as he gave it one more push and the poo left his bum completely, being held in place by the fabric. “Uh oh! Looks like Finn has made a big mess in his pants! Oof and it’s smelly too, what a big accident you’ve had!” Holly teased as she finished filming. “Turn around for me Finn” she ordered. Finn turned around, still in the bent position, and looked up at Holly to see she was still filming him. “Stand up straight for me” Holly asked. Finn slowly stood up straight as he felt the mush in his pants squelch as he bum cheeks closed slightly. “Now tell me your name” Holly ordered, still filming. “Ummm I’m Finn” he answered. “Good boy Finn. Now tell me why you need to wear nappies” Holly said as she looked sternly into his eyes. He knew what the game was at this point and the threat of putting him back on a bus in this state was too much to bear. “I need nappies because… because I had an accident” Finn mumbled quietly. “What kind of accident” Holly said. “I’ve wet and… and pooed myself” Finn admitted as a tear rolled from his eye. “Show me Finn, lift your shirt up and turn around”. Holly ordered again. Finn then slowly turned around to reveal the darkened lump in the back of his pants. “Oh dear, looks like Finn here isn’t potty trained and looks like he’ll have to go back into nappies” Holly played up to the cameras as she stopped filming. “You can turn back around Finn, and pull your shorts up” Holly requested. He did so within seconds. “Well done Finn, you’ve now proved to me how much you need nappies. Let’s get you back home and cleaned up because you are so dirty, and you stink” Holly held out her hand and Finn walked towards her and held her hand. “One more thing, from now on you are now going to call me ‘mummy’. Understand” Holly said. “Yes” Finn answered sheepishly. “Yes what?” Holly said. “Yes mummy” Finn answered. The walk back to Holly’s house was thankfully uneventful, apart from one dog walker giving Finn a weird look after seeing the huge wet patch on the front of his shorts, and his slight waddle. Mercifully they reached Holly’s house and as quickly as possible Finn reached her porch as she unlocked the door. “Shoes off please” Holly ordered as Finn bent down and untied his trainers. He noticed another pair of trainers at the door, that were white in colour with pink accents. “Phew you really do reek, let’s get you cleaned up” Holly said as she took his hand and led him into the living room. “We’re home sweety!” Holly announced loudly as they entered, and Finn was stopped in his tracks as he was met with a shocking sight. He locked eyes with a young woman, probably around the same age as him, sat on the wooden floor infant of the television wearing nothing but a pink and white striped t-shirt and a thick ABU BunnyHopps nappy with her hair in pigtails and a pink dummy in her mouth. Her eyes widened like they were about to pop out of her sockets. Her eyes then panned down to the large wet patch on his shorts. He again thought to himself, ‘what have I let myself in for?’.

They said I’d like it John said I’d like it. Even Evan, who I’d trust with my life, said I’d like it… but I didn’t. Everyone on TV seems to like it and those people online seem to think it’s just fantastic. But I didn’t. I read advice that said, “Start slow, take it easy, don’t rush it… you’ll soon get the taste for it.” But I didn’t, I blushed at the thought. One blogger I looked at said that for his first time he wanted it to be the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He thought that was the only way to rid himself of his own fears about trying it. I couldn’t find anything on the net that was negative… apparently, everyone in the world loves it… so why didn’t I? But I was a virgin to such a way of life. Maybe it was it the way I was brought up? We were never that adventurous in our household and everything sort of stuck to a pattern, same thing week in, week out. Nothing changed. My friends had marvelled at me when I’d told them that I’d never tried it. Michael had insisted there and then that he should be the one to introduce me to its delights but I had to tell him I just wasn’t ready. He scoffed a bit and the nodding heads of my mates told me I was indeed the only one who’d never tried it. “C’mon, you can’t still be shy of having such a gratifying experience... it’ll make a man out of you.” After this ‘virgin declaration’ of mine it began to be the only topic of conversation. “When would I eventually give it a try?” My friends were adamant that they wanted to help me, hell they were lining up to introduce me to its pleasures. In fact, they all wanted to be there… suggesting that to make it easier for me... we should do it as a group. My mind boggled. I don’t think they realised what they were asking me to do but I was encouraged that not one of my friends thought it was a bad idea; every one of them deciding that they should be there to see me through this ‘ordeal’ as I called it. You know ‘One for all and all for one’ type of thing. So, after three weeks of constant badgering I eventually agreed. My five mates, Michael, John, Biggie, Tom and Evan all agreeing a time and a place when I should try the very thing I’d been avoiding most of my life. I’d told them that I didn’t like the smell but they just laughed and said it was the thing that got their juices flowing in the first place. Biggie said that it was the raw smell that brought him out in a sweat in anticipation and told us about one of the hottest sessions he’d ever had. The others agreed and added comments about their own hot sweaty sessions but I wasn’t too sure. However, I had now agreed, I had my best mates around me and in truth, if I was going to do it, there was no one I’d rather have to introduce me to the experience. I loved and trusted them all. In the meantime, I read online that the effects, for a virgin, could be quite worrying in that some had to ‘up grade’ their underwear for a day or two, whilst some had sought the comfort and security of nappies. It didn’t help in my general nervousness. However, the day and time arrived. We bowled up at the appointed venue and again, whether it was the indigenous smell of the place or just the fearful anticipation, I felt a little nauseous. The lads knew what they were doing so made all the arrangements and before I knew it I was experiencing the very thing I’d avoided for my full 18 years of life. Fearfully I looked around the group and the beaming faces and excited looks of anticipation made me jump straight in. Uuurgh. What were they trying to do to me? I tried to take it slow but it didn’t help. From the very off I wasn’t happy and wished I’d never approved of this terrible trial. Within moments the sweaty, smiling faces that surrounded me were encouraging me to take a bit more; to join in with something that I could do regularly with my mates and not have to think about it. “You don’t want to miss out...” But I did. “Just a little more.” Against my better judgement and egged on by my friends I grinned and bore it, but I didn’t like it. It may have been what they relished but it was a terrible endurance for me. It was physically painful. My friends were whooping in delight, saying how much they were enjoying it. How hot it was. I struggled with it but stayed until the end although by then I was sweating, felt sick and had decided that I wasn’t going to try it again… not even with my best friends. I hadn’t enjoyed my first Vindaloo curry, and don’t think I ever would. Unfortunately the aftereffects were worse and my undies were left decidedly un-washable. For the next week I wore a disposable... just to be on the safe side... but I didn’t let my friends know. However, I did find something new I didn’t know I liked. Does my bum look big in these? ###

It was a cold, grey, February, Sunday afternoon. Lesley, my wife pulled slowly into the car park and stopped the car a short walk from the ice-cream kiosk. The ice-cream kiosk was always open on Sundays, no matter what the weather or the time of year, it would be in this sea-front car park, available for ice-creams, ice lollies and other confectionary. Inside I could see the ice-cream vendor, an attractive young female of around 18 years of age, slender with long blonde hair probably a student at the local college earning extra money to supplement her grant, she was reading a book to occupy her time, there would be few customers for her to serve on days like these. There were just three other cars in the large car park, the cars were empty ,their occupants probably taking a very brisk walk along the cold, windy seafront. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lesley said. My heart was thumping, my mouth dry. "Please Lesley, don't make me go for an ice-cream" I begged my beautiful 34 year old wife. Lesley looked at me through the drivers mirror, I was sat in the rear seat. "Button up your coat and get going" she ordered. I fastened the soft pink buttons of the very childish styled coat that I was wearing. It was pale pink, made from brushed cotton, smocked and quite short, the kind of coat a six year old little girl would love to wear on a Sunday outing with her mother. As I nervously fastened my childish coat, I could see my bare, hairless legs, my frilly anklet socks and my childish pink patent Mary Jane shoes. The pale pink satin party frock with the masses of white petti coating with matching white lace that I was wearing did not want to be hidden away under the pretty pink coat. Try as I might I could not hide the fact that I was wearing a little girls dress. I had it specially made by a woman who owned a shop made sissy girl and baby attire for those that enjoyed the lifestyle, of course I had kept this a secret from Lesley. I looked once more at Lesley's grinning face in the mirror, she turned it slightly so that I could see just how ridiculous I looked. My hair was done in a typical little girl style parted down the centre with two wide pink ribbon bows holding it in bunches. My face was a picture of abject misery because I knew Lesley would not relent in sending me out for an ice-cream. "Please Lesley, don't make me go" I begged one more time, hoping for a reprieve. My fetish fantasy for humiliation was one thing but reality wasn't something I had ever considered. "If you do not get out of the car this very instant, I promise you, you will be turning up for work tomorrow in that pretty outfit" she stated flatly. I shivered in fear for I knew to my cost that whenever Lesley made a promise, she never went back on her word. "Have you got your money?" she asked, readjusting the rear view mirror so that I could see her smiling face. I opened my hand to reveal the money in my sweating palm, forty-five pence, all in one pence pieces. "Now go and get your ice-cream like a good little girl" she sneered .Her dark brown eyes meant business and it was pointless arguing with her, she always got her own way. The cold winter breeze rushed into the car as I opened my door, the wind blowing up my skirts, chilling my privates which were encased in a very frilly pair of flimsy sheer pink little girl style knickers covered in pale pink lace frills across the rear. The front of the knickers had an embroidery , "sissy girl pee pee" in large white letters. Lesley had purchased me lots more humiliating sissy clothing once she had found my secret hiding place .I was thrilled she had accepted my little sissy side until I realised she was becoming much more dominant. "Close the door" Lesley snapped. Having gingerly stepped out of the car ,I pushed the door shut, Lesley operated the central locking which locked the car with an ominous thud. I was trapped outside. The winter cold enveloped me and a shiver ran through my body, although I could still feel my face burning with embarrassment. I walked slowly towards the big white van. The wind blew open my coat, exposing my pretty dress and masses of petticoats which were so short I had to hold my dress down to prevent my frilly knickers from being exposed. The ice-cream girl was still reading her book as I approached, she looked up as she heard my shoes on the concrete car park surface. Lesley had fitted them with metal taps so I could easily be heard as I walked. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she stared at me in shock, then amusement. I stood at the van window, forced to look up to her like a small child because the kiosk floor was higher than the ground I was standing on. She slid open the window, grinning now and shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes?" she asked bursting into laughter holding her hand over her mouth. I could hardly speak. "Could I have an ice cream please" I croaked. "Any special flavour?" she managed to say in her fit of laughter. I shook my head. "Large or small?" she giggled. "Small please" I almost whispered my humiliation robbing me of the ability to talk. She could hardly get the ice-cream onto the cone, she was shaking so much with laughter. She handed down the cornet, I really did feel like a small child reaching up to take the cornet from an adult. I placed the money on the counter, the pennies noisily hitting the hard surface. "Have you raided your piggy bank?" she burst into hysterics again, I felt my face blush even redder, I waited, shivering with humiliation, as she counted the money into her till. I watched this lovely looking girl count each coin ,her lovely blue eyes burning into me each time she looked down at me, teasing me mercilessly .I could only imagine what she was thinking. "It's all there" she laughed still shaking her head. I turned quickly and walked away as a large gust of wind blew up my coat and lifting my short party dress exposing my frilly panties, I could clearly hear the girls laughter but I chose not to look back at this teasing teenager I just wanted to get back to the car as soon as I could, but stopped in horror. The car had gone. Panic surged through me as I scoured the car park for Lesley. Except for the three empty cars that were here when we arrived, the car park was empty, I felt tears well up in my eyes, Lesley had left me. I turned around, my hands to my mouth in fear, I had dropped my ice-cream, my skirts constantly blowing up in the wind, my dress, petticoats and my very frilly pink little girl knickers totally exposed to the ice-cream girl once again. I looked back at the girl she was busy filming or taking pictures of me with her phone. "What's the matter?" she asked in mock concern seeing the look on my face. "She's gone" I cried " my wife she's left me" I must have looked like a frightened little girl, standing before her in a pretty Short pink satin dress, wailing about being left alone. A warm sensation enveloped my groin, then I shivered as the cold wind found the urine running down my legs as I stood there and wet my knickers. A large pool was soon around my buckled shoes, the girl clearly seeing it develop from her position of just a few feet away looking down at me. "You've wet yourself and your Mummy has left you " she burst out laughing again, pointing to the pool that was forming around my pink Mary Jane shoes. ”My friends won’t believe this until I show them the the pictures and video ,its going to go viral” I burst into tears, real tears of humiliation, shame and fear. The girl threw her head back and laughed at me as I stood there crying like a child, looking for the world like an upset little girl in ribbons and frillies, surrounded by a puddle because I had just wet myself. "You'll just have to walk all the way home in your pretty clothes" she laughed “unless you want me to ring the lost children’s centre," she held up her mobile phone. I shook my shamed head, feeling my ribbons brush my face, turned and walked off. "Do you want another ice-cream little girl?" she shouted after me as I walked from the car park. For someone this young she was quite a sassy teen I thought to my self, full of confidence. I ignored her. It was five miles to our house from here. I walked as fast as I could luckily the streets were deserted on cold Sunday afternoons like this. A few cars passed and honked their horns but I just looked straight ahead and ignored their cat calls of "Fairy, Sissy Boy and Pansy". I felt even colder now that my legs, socks and frilly drawers were soaking wet. My short party dress offered no protection to the biting wind as it blew under my skirts and around my wet hairless privates. No matter how much I tried, I could not stop the wind from billowing out my petticoats, lifting them high in the air, if I held my dress down at the sides my skirts blew up at the front and back, the opposite happened if I held them there. Oh how I hated wearing little girl dresses with their short skirts and masses of petticoats in public view. It was almost dark as I stood at the house door, ringing the bell, Lesley allowed me in, a triumphant grin on her face. Later after I had prepared and served the evening meal, still in my humiliating clothes, I was told to get upstairs. "You have been a very naughty little girl" she stated, following me into the bedroom carrying a hard backed hairbrush, "dropping your ice-cream on the floor after saving up all those pennies" "I'm very sorry Lesley" I apologised like a penitent child, already nearly crying because I knew what the hairbrush was for. She motioned me to remove my knickers and lay across her lap now she was sat on a chair. WHAK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK She laid into my bare bottom. It didn't take much to make me cry these days and soon the room was full of the sounds of the brush landing on my bare bottom and me crying. Eventually she pushed me to the floor, where I lay on my back a blubbering wreck. She clearly loved having her revenge because I had kept my sissy side a secret from her all these years. "Because you have been such a naughty little girl, I have decided to punish you further. For wetting yourself like a baby" she sneered "I'm going to put you into a baby’s nappy." Victoria kindly knocked up a few of them for me as well as some more baby dresses and matching knickers along with a dozen pairs of plastic panties .She was quite surprised I had ordered baby girl items rather than little girl clothes you normally buy. Of course she fully understood when I told her about the sticky stains in your knickers and laughed when I mentioned your little thingy was resembled a "baby boy size .I even showed her the photos of your little pee pee to her and the other shop girls. I don't think you will be able to face them anymore eh dear. Yes we had quite a good talk. All the ladies agreed that a beautiful woman like me should be able find myself a real man very easily as no one your size is capable of ever pleasing a woman . Of course I mentioned that I get lots of nice complements from men including some at guys at work .I told them how often I find myself openly flirting with one of colleagues much more now since I had discovered your sissy side .I still love you and the shop girls know this , would never leave you. I have been thinking quite a lot about what it would be like to sleep with another man because you are unable to sexually satisfy me, you know this should be of no surprise to you . I need a strong dominant well endowed man share by bed occasionally .One of women suggested I should "cheat on you if you are unable to meet my sexual needs but not do it behind your back ......and because you are a sissy will just have to accept it" . Lesley was right I have been a regular customer at the lingerie shop for years especially when they began making more and more sissy clothing for an ever increasing number of clients. Victoria's business really began to expand after that and she took on more staff. Victoria was quite an attractive woman maybe early fifty's ,she employed three other women including one young eighteen year old apprentice called Amy who had recently began a part time college course on dress design. Amy is such a lovely looking girl , she always made me excited when we talked in the shop. She knew all the sissy little girl clothing I was buying was for me but bever said much other than I bet you look so cute in this or that". My penis became hard wondering what she actually thought about me, especially when she helped me try a little sissy dress on ,I was always wearing my little girl knickers when I went to the shop. I'm sure she noticed my tiny penis in my frilly panties but never mentioned it she just just smiled. Lesley's comment that I was unable to meet her sexual needs made my penis quite stiff .I knew I was never able to please her because of my diminutive size other than orally . I attempted to conceal my erection from her as she took a large white towelling nappy, pink headed nappy pins ,a pair of translucent plastic pants and plastic lined frilly rhumba pants from the chest of drawers and knelt down beside me. I was still sobbing deeply from the spanking as she took several baby wipes and cleaned around my hairless privates paying particular attention to my very small limp penis which is around one inch in size in its unaroused state .Smiling Lesly asked what had had my "baby dick" so hard. I didn't reply but I'm sure she had a good idea after all she had seen all my my computer history. Lesley smirked as she pinned the nappy together around my crotch ,then drawing the frilly pink crinkly soft baby pants up my legs and settling them over the nappy. "There, baby is all pinned up in his nappy and frilly baby knickers" she mocked "and baby can wear his nappies all week" rubbing the crotch gently with soft hands. She laughed at the look on my face "Yes, even at work tomorrow." "But how will I be able to get my trousers on" I sobbed. The nappies she had used were extra large, extra thick terry towelling and very bulky. She shrugged her shoulders. "That is not my problem" she laughed "all I know is, the nappies and the frillies stay on, if your stupid pants don't fit, you'll go to work with your shirt tucked in your baby knickers" she paused for effect THATS A PROMISS " I burst into further tears, those hated words "I promise" condemning me to a very humiliating day at work. She produced a big pink dummy and pushed it in my mouth, "Its your own fault for wetting yourself" she sneered “now get up and let me get you ready for bed." My satin party dress, petticoats, socks and shoes were removed. A new very frilly Short pink sheer nylon baby doll nightie and pink bootees were put in their place. "The young girl at the shop made this nightie especially for you including the frilly knickers you are wearing she's a lovely sweet pretty girl isn't she that Jenny. As you are now dressed like a baby in your nappy and pretty baby clothes, I might as well treat you like one" she announced. "crawl through to the spare bedroom I have another surprise for my little baby girl" She laughed at my frilly knickers and the noise the plastic pants made that stretched over my nappied behind ,the terry towelling bulging from underneath pink frilly plastic lined baby knickers and my matching nightie as I crawled. The spare bedroom had been re-decorated, she had turned it into a pastel pink nursery, dominating the centre of the room stood a large pink wooden barred cot. "You will not be sleeping in my bed anymore...... only REAL men are allowed to sleep with me" she stated " babies sleep in cots, so you will be put to bed in your cot every night from now on." "Not every night surely" I protested. "Every night" she laughed ",Lesley lowered the cot side. "And as babies go to bed very early, you will be put in your cot at five-thirty every night from now on." she said, motioning me to get into the baby bed. "But Lesley what about my squash league" I whined pathetically as I climbed into the cot. "Babies do not play squash" she scoffed. "But Lesley......no......I......" I began to protest again, she cut my complaints off. "Do you want me to ring Bill up and tell him the reason that you cannot play squash any more?" she asked, "should I tell him you will be safely tucked in your cot all dressed up in frilly baby clothes and pinned into a nappy?." I shook my head. Bill was a big black guy and the captain of the squash club .He was also Lesley's manager at her office that's how I got to know him. "One more complaint from you and I will be straight on the phone" she said slapping my frilly baby knickered behind with her hand as I climbed into my new cot. I laid on my back the waterproof mattress making a noise as tried to get comfortable ,Lesley now looking down at me ,her sissified pathetic husband .Smiling she leaning over into my cot her long straight blonde hair smelling of a fruity type of shampoo as she starting to pull the white baby girl motif blanket over me. "Lesley please...no.....I have to........" I started to say and immediately regretted opening my mouth. "Well!!!" she snapped exasperated. She left the covers, pulled up the side of the cot then stormed out of the room. I felt completely helpless, surrounded by pink bars wondering what my wife was going to do now. She returned to the bedroom holding her mobile phone in one hand the other resting on her hip. Her sexy slim curves in that tight short skirt looking provocative now staring at me menacingly . "Please Lesley" I cried in horror "I'm sorry I will not complain again." "Too late" she said pushing the buttons on the key pad. I could hear the ringing tone as Lesley held the phone to her ear. "Please Bill be out" I prayed to myself. The ringing tone stopped and a male voice answered the call, it was Bill. "Hello, Bill, its Lesley, " Lesley spoke into the mouth piece walking over to the cot and leaning against the bars. "I'm afraid David will not be able to come to play squash anymore". I heard Bill ask why was there a problem? "No reason really other than David will not be playing squash any more its because he will be sound asleep in his cot" she looked down at me smiling , I heard Bill repeat her words incredulously. "That's right Bill, a babies cot, and just like the baby he is he's wearing a nappy" she told him emphasizing the word nappy. I heard Bill laugh. "Your joking" he said. "No Bill I am not joking, David is in his cot as we speak, he is wearing a nappy, a very frilly pink pair of baby knickers and a short frilly pink nightie. I am looking at him now, he does look sweet" she laughed. The tone of conversation between her and Bill sounded overly friendly and I began to wonder if this was the colleague she had mentioned to the girls at the shop? "Yes Bill, of course you can speak to him you can have anything you want .... oh, he is crying at the minute, I have had to give him a very severe spanking on is bottom, so you'll have to excuse his sobbing "She sniggered. Grinning she handed me the phone. "Bill, its me Dave" I croaked. "Dave, what is Lesley talking about, is she going mad?" he asked. "No Bill she isn't going mad. I'm sorry but I will not be playing squash any more" I was sobbing as I spoke. "What's going on Dave, you sound like your crying. Lesley said something about giving you a spanking and you being in a babies cot and wearing a nappy, tell me it isn't true Dave" he said laughing. I could not answer him and burst into tears again. "It is true isn't it" he laughed "you're actually are in a cot and you're wearing a nappy and crying like a great big baby". I couldn't talk any more, Lesley took the phone from my trembling hand, she waited for Bill to stop laughing. "Yes Bill he is a just a sissy wimp" she laughed along with him. ” I might decide to send you a few pictures of him in his sweet baby clothes if you need proof” " Hell why not we can show all the ladies at he office what a sissy your husband is. What you need is a real man " I heard Bill say. "Perhaps you could show me what a real man is like , I have dropped enough hints this last few weeks " she said suggestively. “I haven’t been with one since I met my baby husband, If only I knew what I was letting myself in for ,my sex life has been rubbish ever since“ “What do you mean, he’s just rubbish at it ? “Bill said. Lesly paused for a moment before revealing yet another one of my secrets,” yes very much so, he’s erm shall we say not very big in that department, tiny in actual fact I have never been able to fully feel him . You see not only does he like wearing little girls clothes his puny penis is just too small , .....it’s the size of a toddler” She giggled looking at me staring me in the eyes. I could clearly hear Bill laughing " no way ha-ha that’s so funny what a sissy you really do need a real man if only you had told me before I would have bent you over my desk”. Yes, we played badminton many times, but I never once shared the communal showers unless it was empty. I had seen Bill naked in the changing rooms he was very well endowed putting my own minuscule penis to shame. Seeing him naked and his massive, long thick penis, at least five inches soft made me feel inadequate but strangely excited. My own penis was just three inches aroused and no thicker than my thumb. I often imagined him making love to Lesley. When she was at work I secretly masturbated dressing up in my frilly little girls clothing thinking him about him fucking my beautiful sexy wife over his desk. Lesley openly admitted she liked working with soon after he transferred to her department and her new line manager. She once asked me if I had seen him naked after our badminton, of course I never admitted I had but she knew he “looked good in pale grey trousers and some of the office girls call him BIG BILL ” she remarked . "Just give me half a chance, the pleasure will be all mine you won’t be disappointed" he responded. " Ohhh Bill I'm getting a bit excited by all this sexy talk ,you must have noticed how more sexily I have been dressing lately" she giggled like a schoolgirl." I’m so pleased I told you about him now, not many knows about all this. How about dinner tomorrow night?" suggested Lesley, "I could put something very sexy on, cook us both a meal, open a few bottles of David's best wine, then you could show me just what a real man can do" she said . I was numb with shock listening to my wife flirt so openly and making it clear sex was on offer. I wondered who else knows about my sissy side ? Bill was a well known womaniser, he kept all the guys at the squash club entertained with stories of his conquests, relating in graphic detail how he laid each particular female. I knew Bill only needed the slightest opening and he would be into her panties, and Lesley was making it all too easy for him. "I'd love to come, but what about Dave?" he asked. Lesley looked down at me and grinning . "Don't worry about him, Bill, he'll be tucked up in his cot by five-thirty, safe and sound in his nappies and baby girl clothes." Bill laughed "Can I see him? I can't wait to tell the rest of the guys." "Of course you can" She giggled, "I'll put him in a pretty baby dress too, if you like." "Promise?" Bill asked. "Oh, I promise" she replied looking directly into my eyes, and another gush of tears ran down my cheeks. "I can't wait, I will see you tomorrow night then, what time?" Bill's voice was full of enthusiasm. "Around seven will be fine" Lesley said. "Seven it is then, and Lesley don't forget to wear something really sexy" he said. "I won't, its a long time since I had a real man in this house" she giggled. "Good-bye Bill, see you tomorrow, say good-bye to Uncle Bill baby" She held the telephone to my mouth. "Bye Bill" I whimpered. "I'll see you tomorrow in your pretty dress" he laughed in a mocking tone. Lesley switched the mobile phone off. "You are going to have to learn that when I promise that I am going to do something, I mean it and this is a direct consequence. Perhaps you should have hidden all your frilly little girls clothing in a place I would not find them " she stated showing no sign of sympathy for me as I lay there snivelling in my cot. Its true I should have found a better hiding place and deleted all the pictures I had taken of myself in my sissy clothing in addition to deleting my computer history. She lowered the cot side, took a handkerchief and allowed me to blow my runny nose. She pulled up the baby blanket, and pushed a big doll under the covers next to me ."Now you go bye-byes" she cooeed in mock tones as if speaking to a real baby. She pushed a large pink dummy back into my quivering lips. "I want you to consider how much being a naughty little girl has cost you today David" she said pulling up the cot side and clicking it into place. "You ARE going to work tomorrow wearing a nappy and frilly baby pants, if your trousers don't fit, you'll go to work with nothing to cover them and everyone will see that you are wearing nappies. In the evening Bill will be coming over, he will definitely see you in your cot wearing nappies and one of your very pretty baby dresses." she smiled "and if everything what I imagine about him is true, I'll probably end up in bed with him" She gestured with her hands as to describe his penis size. Lesly then paused. "Just think David, Bill will be in my bed making love to me ,fucking me so hard in the room next door while you’re in here, in a cot wearing a pretty frilly baby dress those frilly plastic lined baby knickers and nappy yes just like a proper sissy baby girl ,sucking on your dummy". She threw her head back as she laughed loudly. My tiny penis became aroused again in the soft fluffy confines of my terry towelling nappy. Her teasing was both humiliating ,sexy and erotic. My masturbatory fantasies were about to become a reality ,my desire to see my lovely sexy wife pleasured by a real man outweighed any shame or dignity I had. Lesly sensed I was excited and stuck a finger into the elasticated leg opening of my frillies, gently she touched my rigid manhood. “Awwww poor baby getting all hard thinking about mummy fucking a real man eh .....his tiny ickle baby penis all stiff imagining uncle Bill on top of me I'll bet he is MUCH bigger .You really are a very weak sissy aren’t you .A real man would never allow his wife to sleep with some one else but you ….well wow its no wonder you want to dress like a little girl .I guess having my sexual needs met by another man relinquishes all your duties as a husband. That's fine by me because from now on I'm going to cuckold you” "And" she said once she recovered from laughing "because you dropped your ice-cream today, just as soon as you've saved enough pennies, you will be going back for another one." She made a quick calculation in her head "That should be in the middle of summer" she giggled "so you will not have your coat on to hide your pretty dress, and there should be lots of people about to see you" she laughed. She kissed me on the cheek ,her laughing voice faded down the stairs as she left me in darkness in the nursery. I cried myself to sleep contemplating an extremely humiliating twenty-four hours. I could see Bill in my mind, telling all my friends about me, and I tried to imagine his reaction when he saw me in the cot tomorrow night. Paroxysms of shame cursed through my body, I just hugged my dolly and sucked furtively on my dummy for comfort, and fell into a very troubled sleep. February mornings are dark, and because there was no clock in the nursery I had no idea of the time. I had had a very restless nights sleep, strange dreams of people laughing at me and little babies crawling around with my head on their tiny shoulders had caused me to wake several times. Each time I turned I could feel the hard wooden bars of the cot, reminding me I was sleeping in an infants bed. I was wide awake now, absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I was unsure of what was expected of me, should I get up and prepare breakfast as normal or should I wait in the cot for Lesley to get me out like a child. My sides ached, I needed to pee so badly. I decided to get up, make Lesley a really nice breakfast, I really needed to get into her good books. I had just knelt up in the cot, feeling for the catches that held the cot side up, when the door swung open and Lesley turned on the light. I blinked as the bright light hurt my eyes, Lesley was all ready dressed. "Diddums babykins have a woverly sweepy time then" she cooeed in syrupy tones. I nodded sullenly. She lowered the cot side. "Bweakfast time pwecious" she giggled. "Lesley, I need to use the bathroom" I said crawling onto the floor. She ignored me. "Is babykins going to be a good little baby girl for mummy today" she said sternly. I nodded, I did not want to incur her wrath so early in the morning. "Baby crawl down stairs for his breakfast then" she snapped. Reluctantly I made my way downstairs, finding it a little frightening taking the stairs in this infantile way. She ushered me into the kitchen and watched my face as I spotted the new large pink highchair that she had put in the centre of the room. "Up you get baby" she laughed patting my frilly padded bottom. "Lesley where on earth did you get this?" I gasped climbing into the wooden seat as she held the plastic tray out of the way. "Bernard made it for me" she told me, lowering the tray down and fixing it in place in front of me. Bernard was the local handyman, he did jobs for all the neighbours, such as decorating, gardening or fixing things. "Didn't he ask what it was for?" I asked incredulously. Bernard was a good worker, but he was a "busy-body" he knew every ones business and made sure he related his gossip to any one that would listen. "Yes, of course" she giggled, "I told him it was for you". I groaned in despair. "Put your feet in here" she ordered There was a piece of wood just above my ankles, it had two semi-circles cut into it where Lesley positioned my legs. Another piece of wood, exactly the same was hinged onto the first at one end, Lesley brought the two pieces together, like a set of old fashioned stocks they trapped my legs in place. Lesley slipped a small padlock through a hasp that had been screwed into the edge of the ankle stocks, and clicked it shut. She smiled that evil smile when she had me just where she wanted me, I shuddered in fear. "Put your arm down here" she giggled pointing to a steel hand-cuff that was fixed to the side, open ready to accept my wrist. The steel was cold as she pushed it into place around my arm, another hand-cuff at the other side rendered me completely helpless. "There now babykins is all ready for his bweky-weky" she laughed . "Lesley, please, I really need to go to the bathroom" I whined completely trapped in the high chair. "What are you wearing on your bottom, David?" she asked. "A nappy" I admitted blushing. "Tell me, David, why do babies wear nappies?" she spoke with the tone of a school teacher talking to an errant child. "Because they cannot control their bladders" I said weakly "but I can" I added quickly. "You cannot, you wet your pretty knickers yesterday" she scoffed. "But.....I....." I started to say. "But nothing" she snapped " babies wear nappies so they don't get their pretty clothes wet when they do their wee wee's, you will use your nappy just like a little baby. And it will stay on until I decide to change it, your pretty plastic baby pants will make sure it doesn't leak onto your clothes" I could hold myself no longer, as she prepared a large bowl of rusks in milk, I relieved my self into the nappy. Lesley laughed at my blushing face, she knew I had wet myself. "Has babykins done his wee wee then" she mocked. I nodded dumbly. Lesley tied a big bib around my neck, then talking to me all the time like a baby, spoon fed me a bowl of sweet, mushy baby food. A large babies bottle full of sickly sweet baby milk followed, I wretched at the taste as I sucked on the latex teat of the bottle, but Lesley made sure I drank the whole bottle. She wiped my face clean with the bib, admonishing me for being a messy baby, then released me from the highchair. "Time to get ready for work, David" she announced, ushering me back up stairs. She informed me that when I was in nappies I could only crawl about the house, I would be allowed to walk only when I had my proper clothes on, or my little girl outfit. She also informed me that she did not intend to change me until I came home from work, she said she wanted me to get used to the feel of wearing a wet nappy telling me she wanted me to develop a really nice nappy rash. "I wonder what the young girls will say when I take you to the chemists to get some nappy rash cream David" she sniggered, "they are bound to ask how bad your nappy rash is, I will just have to pull back your frilly baby pants and nappy to show them" My normal clothes were given to me on a hanger and she left me to dressed, telling me to fold my baby nightie up like a good little girl. I put on my white shirt and tie, grey socks and then attempted to get my trousers on, it was impossible, the pants would not fasten together due to the bulk of the nappy, I even broke the zip trying desperately to hide my nappied condition. I was close to tears when she walked in. "They won't fit" I said almost in a whisper. "Take them off" she ordered "now get your shoes on". I was still snivelling as she handed me my briefcase. "You cannot go out like that David, you look a ridiculous" she said shaking her head. "Oh thank-you, Lesley" I gasped with relief thinking that she had relented on her intention to send me to work looking like this. "Your shirt needs tucking into your knickers" she laughed "there that is better" I almost fainted with shame as she led me to a mirror once she had adjusted my shirt. I looked absolutely ridiculous in my shirt, tie, socks, heavy shoe sand my frilly knickers and nappied behind. "Off you go, David, and have a good day at the office" she laughed marching me to the front door. "Please Lesley" I bawled, tears streaming down my face "don't make me go like this" The front door was open now and I felt the cold winter wind on my bare legs. "Bye bye David" she laughed shoving me in the back so I was clear of the door step, then the door slammed shut, I heard it being locked behind me. I stood there trembling with fear rooted to the spot. Lesley opened the door "I suppose I could ring work and tell them your ill" she suggested. I felt elated at her show of kindness. I dropped to my knees "Thank-you, thank-you" I sobbed. "There will be a price to pay though" she sneered looking down at me snivelling at her feet. "Anything" I cried, desperate to be allowed back into the house before anyone saw me. "You had better mean that David, this is the only time I will break my word, and that is a promise" she sneered "I do Lesley, I will do anything you say" I croaked .Once inside she took me back to the nursery and stripped me of my office clothes. "You will be off work all week" she told me, "your due some holidays anyway. During this week you will act exactly like a baby, do you understand" I nodded. "You will not utter one single word that I can understand from now on, you are only allowed to say goo goo or ga ga or any other baby sound you can think of, but no words, now let me hear you try, and remember you are a baby girl" "Goo goo goo goo ga" I squeaked. She laughed. "Not bad for a first attempt. It will come much easier by the end of the week, but I warn you David, if you talk once like an adult while you are in baby clothes, you will be sorry, and that is a promise" She put my frilly nightie back on me and made me crawl back to the kitchen where I was put back in my highchair, she only locked my feet and my left arm in the restraints. "I want you to suck your thumb, baby" she said raising my hand and sticking my thumb in my mouth. "I want that thumb in your mouth all the time, it only comes out at mealtimes" I was informed. "Goo goo goo" I gurgled the thumb restricting my speech even more. "By the time I'm finished with you, sucking your thumb will be second nature" she giggled "I wonder what they'll say at the office when you can't stop sucking your thumb" Lesley picked up the phone and rang the office she informed them that I was wasn't feeling too well and they agreed to give me the week off against my holiday entitlement. "Now baby can stay at home all week with her mummy" she said pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo ga goo" I mumbled. She was full of herself as she tidied the kitchen up and put the breakfast items in the dish-washer. Once the kitchen was to her satisfaction she made herself a cup of fresh coffee, I had to have another bottle. While she was drinking her coffee she wrote a list of items she required for the meal with Bill tonight. "I wonder what a real man would like to eat" she mused teasing me, "should I get him a nice steak, or perhaps oysters. Oysters are supposed to turn a real man on and I want to make sure Bill is really horny tonight" she giggled "what do you think babykins?" "Goo goo goo" I said dribbling on to my bib. "I'll need some tins of baby food for you babykins, you are not old enough to eat adult food yet are you?" she asked wiping my chin. "Ga ga ga goo" I answered in baby talk. She stood behind me and ran her hands in my long hair. I had not had my hair cut for six months now, Lesley had trimmed the ends to keep it tidy, and it was more or less in a "page boy" style. "Wouldn't babykins look sweet if I died her hair blonde and permed it into pretty ringlets" she laughed. I wanted to say "no" but just continued gurgling like a baby. "I'll call at the hairdressers on the way back from the supermarket" She smiled putting her coat on "I'll be able to have your hair nice and pretty for when Bill comes tonight". I felt tears of frustration and humiliation welling up inside me. "Now don't start crying babykins, mummy has to go to the shops to get some things, you stay in your highchair like a good little baby, I'll be back soon" she said picking up her handbag and the car keys. She pulled the highchair round so I was facing the kitchen window. "Bernard always cuts the grass on a Monday morning, remember to give him a wave when he comes" she laughed and breezed out of the back door. I was left alone. The kitchen clock ticked away slowly as I sat in utter boredom in the high chair. Later the peace was shattered when I heard the sound of a motor mower start up in the front garden. Bernard had arrived and would soon finish the small front lawn, I knew this nosy old man was bound to look through the kitchen window. I desperately tried to get out of the highchair, but it was futile, Bernard had done an excellent construction job. I heard the back garden gate squeak as Bernard brought his mower through. Sure enough his grizzled old face appeared at the window, a broad smile on his face. He waved his fingers as if waving at a child and burst into laughter. I sat absolutely helpless sucking my thumb. He disappeared and his mower burst into life drowning his coarse laughter. It was twelve-thirty when his mower stopped and silence reigned once again, this coincided exactly with Lesley's return. "Good day ma'am" I heard him say. "Hello Bernard, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Lesley’s voice answered. Surely she couldn't bring him inside the house I quailed. "Love one ma'am, its bitter cold this morning" he replied. The lock turned in the door and it swung open, Lesley entered first grinning from ear to ear, Bernard followed, desperate to get a better look at me in the highchair he had constructed. "Sit down Bernard" she smiled at my red face. "Hello babykins, did my big baby miss mummy" she cooed pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo goo" I said in a hoarse whisper. Bernard could not keep his eyes off me while Lesley poured them both a cup of coffee. "My husband is being punished for being very naughty, Bernard" Lesley informed him sitting next to him at the breakfast table. "Quite right too I expect" he laughed. Lesley told him all about my outing to get an ice-cream dressed up as a little girl and how I had wet a very expensive pair of knickers. Bernard was rolling with laughter as she related each detail. "So he is now in nappies" she finished. "Nappies, a grown man in nappies" he howled. "Yes nappies, come and look" she said standing up. She raised the plastic tray as far as it would go with my arm trapped in the hand-cuff, she pulled up the frilly nightie "There you are Bernard, a grown man in nappies" she also showed him the nappy was wet. I never, a grown man in a wet nappy" he kept repeating to himself as Lesley showed him to the door. "You'll be the talk of the neighbourhood by the end of the day babykins" she giving me another bottle feed. My nappy was sopping wet by the time Lesley decided to take it off me. She put me in a heavily scented bath washed my hair and scrubbed me clean. She dried me then led me over to the white basin where the pink/blonde hair dye had been prepared. She put the wet towel over my shoulder, then started applying the hair colouring. Satisfied she had put enough on, she sat me in a chair then proceeded to severely pluck my eye brows. The dye was eventually washed out and she towel dried my hair sniggering at its new colour. Back on the chair I had to sit still while she applied acrid smelling perm solution to small strands of hair then put it in the tiniest of rollers. It took well over an hour to put them in, a pink hair net followed then I was taken into the nursery put into a clean nappy and put into my cot for an afternoon nap while my hair dried and Lesley got on with her preparations for the evening. I did not go to sleep, of course, I just laid there, listening to Lesley as she sang happily to herself. Delicious smells permeated upstairs into my room, I was starving hungry, all I had had to eat so far was the rusks in milk at breakfast and three large bottles of babies’ milk. "Is babykins wide awake then" she gushed as she entered the room. "Mummy has got babies din-dins all ready for her baby girl" she said letting me out of the cot, following me as I crawled down to the kitchen. Several pans were boiling away on the cooker, my mouth watered at the smell. I was soon locked into the highchair, as I was about to be fed she allowed me to stop sucking my thumb, which was already quite sore from being in my mouth all day. Is my baby vewy hungwy" she cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo ga" I squeaked. The micro-wave oven bell pinged and Lesley took out a huge plastic bowl of brown mush. "Here's babies din-dins" she giggled putting the bowl on the highchair tray. She shovelled in a huge spoonful; it was foul and only just warm. I tried to spit it out only for her to scrape it off my chin and bib and shove it back in again. "This is proper baby food out of a tin, all babies have this for their din-dins" she said scraping the bowl as the contents finally disappeared "you had better get used to it's taste babykins, you will be having food like this for all your meals" she grinned "and that is a promise". "Woverwy chocky pudding next, babykins" she sang. Another large bowl was put on the tray, this time full of dark brown chocolate pudding. It was sickly sweet and again I tried to reject it, to no avail I was forced to eat it all. "All gone, babykins, who's a cwever baby girly then" she laughed. "Ga ga ga ga goo" I gurgled, glad that the ordeal was over. Lesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a large glass. "Does baby want a dwinky" she sang holding up the glass. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I gurgled enthusiastically. She took a large gulp of the wine "It's a good job I made you a big titty bottle of milk then" she laughed as she teased me. She saw the look of disappointment on my face as she brought over the babies bottle. "Babies don't drink wine, babykins" she laughed pushing the teat into my mouth "Only adults like Mummy and Uncle Bill are allowed to drink wine. Babies must drink milk so they become big and strong" The milk was sickly sweet and not at all refreshing but I was forced to drink the lot. When I had finished, she let me out of the highchair, cleaned my face with a scented baby wipe and led me back to the nursery. "I'll get baby ready first, then you can sit on the floor and play with your dolly whilst mummy gets all dressed up for Uncle Bill" she said. She went to the tall wardrobe and pulled out a very frilly pink satin baby dress . "Look what mummy has got for her little baby girl , Amy at the shop made this for you after I called in first thing this morning. She was asking about you and I told her about my date with Bill tonight, she looked a bit surprised I had found someone so soon but hoped it goes well for me .She wants to know ALL details she can share with the other ladies in the shop ,they all like a good gossip so I'm sure I will have something to chat about next time I call in. I told her I will end up in bed with Bill and don't expect to be disappointed because I can tell he has a big package ,poor girl blushed at that then began to laugh. She said the dress will be ready by 4 this afternoon and true to her word it was ready. I might ask her to babysit if she's up for it? I asked her to come up with something very humiliating and sissy babyish because Bill wants to meet my baby girl , she has done a marvellous job." The pale pink dress had little puff sleeves and a tiny lace collar. The skirt hung from a high waist in typical baby girl fashion, it was very short, much shorter than my party frock, and frilly, lacy petticoats were sewn into the satin dress to make the skirt stand out. It was soon over my head, my arms in the puff sleeves and she buttoned it up at the back. She held up a pair of ultra frilly baby knickers that matched the dress, pale pink satin with pale pink frothy lace across the front and rear of the panties. Lesley pointed to the motif sewn on the front just below the pink satin bow. This was Amy's idea see look what it says .... "sissy's 3 inches" aren't they just cute ,she obviously membered seeing the naked photos of you dear " Lesley began laughing. Lesley removed my rhumba panties and picked up the new ones pulled them over my be-nappied and plastic pantied behind. A pair of frilly ankle socks came next and were put on my feet. "Look what else mummy has got for her lucky little baby" she said proudly holding up a pair of pink baby shoes in my size ,Amy said there a sort of sissy baby girls design . Aren't they sweet?". "Ga ga ga ga" I gurgled my reply, watching her fasten them on my feet. "Now let's get babies rollers out of your pretty hair" she announced. The hair net was carefully removed followed by the curlers. "Oh my goodness" she gasped as the last roller came out. She took a length of white ribbon and I felt her tie it tightly at the top of my head. "Fantastic" she said "absolutely fantastic, come and see what a pretty baby you are, babykins." I crawled to the full length mirror and gasped at the transformation. I hardly recognised myself as the overgrown baby girl stared back at me. The ribbon bow perched on masses of blonde curls which cascaded around my face, the dress was ultra babyish in design, so short my frilly knickers and nappy were clearly on view, the frilly ankle socks and baby shoes finishing the outfit off to perfection. I hung my head in shame. "You look adorable babykins" she gushed. "Now hold still while I finish you off" she ordered fetching her make-up bag. Pale pink eye shadow, black mascara and bright red lip-stick were applied to my face. "You don't seem to need any blusher" she giggled dropping the lip-stick into her bag. I looked like a baby doll. Time was getting on, I was sat on the floor in her bedroom, given the rag doll to play with while she showered. She came back into the room smelling of really sexy perfume and wearing a [sexy pair of white silky panties Sh. Her beautiful slender figure in close proximity , I felt my manhood start to react inside its towelling prison. "See what your missing, babykins" she teased as she caressed her breasts "isn't Uncle Bill in for a treat" She dressed in a white satin and lace Basque and sat down whilst rolled white stockings up her legs attaching them to the suspenders. "These should turn Uncle Bill on, don't you think so babykins" she giggled holding up a pair of white satin and lace bikini style panties, they were full cut in style .My baby sized penis throbbed and no doubt leaked precum into my nappy. I had often worn Lesley panties without her knowledge or at least I thought she was unaware. "Goo goo goo goo" I gurgled holding the doll to my breasts as my stunning wife stepped into the panties. She sat at her vanity table and carefully applied her make up, she then took the hair dryer and styled her long blonde hair. She put on a short blue flowery dress that clung to her slim figure. Four inch black patent high heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked stunning. "Well babykins, do you think mummy looks beautiful" she said admiring herself in the mirror. "Ga ga ga goo goo" "More to the point, will Uncle Bill think I look beautiful, and want to make love to your mummy". She laughed at the absurdity of it, there I was, her husband, dressed in a pretty baby girl dress frilly baby knickers and a nappy playing with a doll, watching her get ready to get laid by her boss and my badminton partner. She found it so amusing that her control over me was so great, that even though I knew Bill would not only screw her, but tell everyone of my friends about me being dressed as a baby and make me a laughingstock at the squash club. I just sat there on the carpet looking up at her in my ridiculous clothes and my Shirley Temple hair style hoping for her mercy. I had absolutely no chance, she wanted Bill to make passionate love to her, but most of all she wanted Bill to see me as a pathetic baby girl. "Just look at the time babykins, its time for your beddy-byes" she announced. "Crawl into your cot mummy will be through in a minute" Dejectedly I crawled into the cot. As I waited for her to come into the nursery, I tried to summon up enough courage to overcome my submissiveness, I decided that as her husband, I was not going to allow her to let Bill into this house. I knew she would be extremely angry and I would suffer terribly for standing up to her ,but I had to do it. Lesley breezed into the room. I felt sick trying to get the courage up to confront her. She pulled the baby blanket cover from the cot and raised the side. I was just about to speak when she reached over to the other cot side unfastened a clip and pulled a barred lid over the top of the cot. I watched in horror as it fitted the cot exactly, Lesley quickly locked it in place with two large padlocks. I was trapped in baby clothes in the cot. It had only taken a few seconds, any thoughts I had of rebelling disappeared as I realised the futility of my position. Lesley squatted down to my level .Her dark brown eyes staring at me mockingly. "Oh dear, David, you are in a jam aren't you" she smiled "locked in your cot in your pretty baby girl clothes, Bill will be here soon, and you haven't even got any covers to hide under" she threw her head back and laughed. She walked out of the room, leaving me alone in my baby cage. I felt like a condemned prisoner in his cell as the time went by slowly. When the door bell rang, my heart missed a beat. Lesley had left my nursery door open purposely, I heard her high heels walk down the hall and the front door open."Bill, how nice to see you, I'm so glad you could make it" Lesley’s voice said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world" Bills voice said "Jesus, but you look stunning Lesley." "Why thankyou kind sir" she giggled "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends" I listened as Lesley openly flirted with him in the hall .No doubt she did the same at work when they were alone in the office. "Are you wearing stockings?" he asked "I cannot resist beautiful ladies in stockings." "Why don't you find out?" she replied huskily. It went rather quiet for a few minutes and I imagined his hands snaking their way up her short black dress ,running up and down her thighs exploring for suspenders maybe even touching her panties. "Oh Bill" she moaned loud enough for me to hear, they were clearly kissing each other loudly. "Lesley, were you joking about Dave being in a babies cot last night?" he eventually enquired . "Certainly not" she laughed, "I've got him all ready for you upstairs or should I say her she giggled." “No one’s going to believe your husband likes dressing up as a baby girl” he said sniggering. “Well feel free to take a few pictures of him I don’t mind not anymore I want everyone to know “ "Be my guest" she giggled "come on I'll show you where SHE is" I shut my eyes in shame as I heard the heavy footsteps climb the stairs. "There she is …my husband " …. my pretty baby girl" I opened my eyes to see them both standing in front of the cot holding hands, the room echoing with their laughter. "Smile Dave" Bill said pointing his camera phone at me and blinding me with the flash. He took a lot of photos, Lesley stood by smiling down at me, she pulled up my dress exposing my frilly baby panties and plastic pants to let her lover I would be in no position to threaten him ,that I was just a weak sissy adult baby and a baby girl at that, showing him my nappy .Lesley took out my tiny penis for his amusement .Flash after flash each photo more humiliating than the last. Satisfied he had taken enough pictures he put his camera phone down, Lesley joined him at the cot side and their arms went round each other’s waists as they kissed then looked down on me. "Don't you think he makes the prettiest baby girl, Bill" Lesley giggled. "I've got to say that dress really suits him" he laughed "the hair and ribbon, the ringlets, those frilly socks and those cute baby shoes. , Dave, I don't think I have ever seen you in clothes that suit you so much" I hung my head in shame trying my hardest not to burst into tears. "But there is one thing that suits him more than any other" he added "What’s that Bill his frilly pink baby knickers " Lesley asked. " Yes AND His nappy" he burst out laughing, I burst into tears. He pulled Lesley close to him and they French kissed, his hands all over her. "Oh Bill your such a real man" she moaned. Her hand feeling his crotch .The trousers tented out as his penis became erect. Lesley became even more excited his penis pushing into her dress, feeling his huge hardness was having a sexual effect upon my wife I had never known before. She frantically began unbuckling his belt. Bill forced her to the floor and was soon on top of her pulling at her black dress. "Oh, Bill, not in front of the baby" She laughed looking at me crying in the cot. "Baby is much to young to know what we are doing Lesley, baby will just think were playing horsey" he laughed pulling his trousers down. Lesley pulled her panties down and slid them around one of her ankles. I was forced to watch as he kissed her breasts then between her thighs, she moaned with pleasure. She returned the compliment; she took his rampant manhood in between her lips. Soon they were making love and the room Lesley grabbed at Bills penis as it jutted out from his muscular tight torso, it wobbled in front of her excited eyes ,a look of shock on her face, the long thick shaft excited Lesley as let out an unvoluntary moan at the sheer size. His penis was indeed very large. “Oh Bill wow that’s enormous no wonder the girls in the office stare at you and call you "BIG BILL",I…. I .. must admit I have noticed the bulge in your trousers but god I never knew you were this big…. please be careful I have bever been with anyone this big before .” She said with a slight concern. Bill smiled at her " eight inches hun hope you are ok with that I will be careful don't worry ”? “Oh Bill …of course YESSS…eight inches jeez , well that’s a good few extra inches more than my poor baby husband can manage she giggled nervously, AND so much thicker as she placed one of her hands around the thick manly penis it was thicker than her wrist .“she laughed looking across at me in my cot as I began to rub the front of my knickers. She smiled at me pleased I was also enjoying the show .Any feelings of guilt evaporating in that moment. Knowing I was masturbating gave her the clear signal that her adultery was not only accepted but empowered her even more for the sexual freedom she had longed for. "AWWWW look Bill poor sissy baby David is playing with his ickle tiny pee pee ... this turns him on , ....you want to watch Mummy and uncle Bill have some grown up fun eh baby girl" she teased looking straight at me. I could only nod my head in shame. " Pull your frilly knickers to the side and show Mummy and uncle Bill your plastic pants and nappy Baby... theses a good girl" she sniggered before turning back to Bill to kiss him once more clearly making a show for my humiliating benefit. Lesley placed his penis at he entrance of her wet vagina as Bill carefully pushed himself into her, she closed her eyes as each inch of his thick long organ stretched her wide ,penetrating her deeper and deeper than any one had before. I watched as she let out a loud moan she closed her eyes tightly and gripped his buttocks , he was almost all the way inside her. Her long slender legs crossed over the small of his back, her white satin panties draped over one of her stiletto shoes waving as if surrendering to her lover as he began thrusting deep into her .Lesly arched her back ,gripped his buttocks tighter and tighter she clamped her mouth into his shoulder to help muffle her cries of passion. She sobbed and moaned ,the feeling of being filled and the added extra thick girth of his shaft gave her pleasure she had never experienced with me .Bills pace quickened ,he grunted , the loud noise of his muscular thighs slapping against Lesley's inner thighs .My darling sexy wife finally managed to accept his full eight inch length. Yes she was beginning to get use to the unfamiliar length and girth of this much longer rigid dimension that was invading her intimate parts. He then took her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders , baring all his weight on top of her he slammed hard into her once more. Long deep strokes ,his heavy balls slapping against her buttocks. Her wet slick vagina stretched like never before Lesley shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrust his oversized penis so deep into my beautiful. Lesley sobbed ,moaned and cried out until finally until she climaxed, her entire body began to shake and shudder, her face flushed red .Bills long thick oversized penis was a blur as he pistoned in an out of her ,Lesley shuddered more violently as she climaxed again and again her toes curled she bucked upwards to meet his downward thrusts enjoying the new sensation of being penetrated .My own attempts were very poor as on most occasions I simply slipped out of her all too easily much to her frustrations. Bill probably bever had this problem with all the women he slept with .I thought to my self as I sat and watched the two lovers from my pink cot how she will never want my tiny baby sized package inside now if she struggled to feel me before Bill now she never will.. Eventually after what seemed ten minutes or more Bill groaned releasing his hot sticky goo deep into Lesley's willing into her now loosening willing vagina . They lay together for a few minutes getting their breath back, Lesley was sobbing ,a tear ran down her cheek followed by a blissful smile of utter satisfaction . They kissed some more before Bill withdrew his softening penis from her. His cock still more than twice my size when flaccid ,it was wet and slimy from the mixture of their cum .Then they sat up and looked at me, they both burst out laughing at the sight of me in my sissy baby clothes , my hand still rubbing at my tiny penis which was now poking out of the leg openings of my baby knickers. Bill helped Lesley to her feet she took her panties off her ankle and mopped up their cum from her saturated vagina.She then walked over to my cot and placed the soft silky satin panties over my head. The crotch was soaked, the smell intoxicating sex fluids. My penis at its full three inches had spurted its own load into my nappy as I rubbed my knickers and penis watching them fuck just a few feet away. "That is what real men do Dave" Bill sneered , "they do not wear dresses and frilly baby knickers with wet nappies ." "Baby girls do though" Lesley joined in laughing "come on Bill lets get something to eat and drink." "Nighty-night diddum’s" he mocked. Lesley gently bent forward into my cot her long blonde hair tickling my cheeks and her blue eyes gave a clear indication she had been well and truly sexually satisfied smiling she kissed me on the forehead. "Nighty-night babykins" she laughed adjusting her wet musky scented panties so that the crotch covered my nostrils. They turned and left in each other’s arms leaving me in the darkness. I must have cried myself to sleep for I didn't hear Bill leave. It was also quite late in the morning as it was light outside and still Lesley hadn't unlocked the cot lid. My nappy was wet as I had had to relieve myself in the night, and now I was desperate to open my bowels. For the last couple of hours I had fought against soiling my nappy, but it was a battle I couldn't 'win. Suddenly my will power collapsed and I felt the mess squeeze into my nappy and between my legs. It was the most degrading act, it confirmed my status as a baby, a baby girl. Shortly after, Lesley danced into the room, wearing a flimsy white silky negligee with nothing underneath apart from some equally flimsy white silky panties. She looked like the cat that had just had the cream. "Pooh, has babykins had an accident" she giggled unlocking the cot. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I stammered. I was told to go down stairs and get in my highchair. She followed and locked me securely into it. The kitchen was full of the smells of a cooked breakfast, my mouth watered as she filled two plates with bacon, eggs, sausage and beans. She put one plate close to the highchair, "Hungry baby?" she smiled. I nodded. "Goo goo" I said in my best baby girl voice. "Well mummy will get yours after me and Bill have had ours" she laughed. "Bill its on the table" she called up the stairs.Bill came into the kitchen wearing one of my robes and kissed Lesley full on the lips "God you are one sexy lady" he said patting her silky panties on her bottom. "Get your breakfast before it gets cold" she giggled like a schoolgirl. He sat down and looked at me. "Coochee coochee coo" he laughed and pinched my cheek viciously. They both ate their breakfasts laughing at me in between mouthfuls. "Baby has pooh pooh'ed his nappy" Lesley informed him. He shook his head in disbelief "Wearing baby clothes is one thing" he sneered "but actually soiling himself is another, do you know, I actually think he enjoys being in nappies". Lesley looked at my beetroot red, tear stained face. "I don't think so" she laughed " but babies have no choice, they wear nappies whether they like it or not although he does like wearing frilly little girls clothing , he’s much cuter as a baby girl I think " Lesley finished her breakfast first, poured some coffee, then filled my large plastic bowl up with baby mush. "What is that?" Bill asked "it looks revolting." "It is" she laughed, "its babies breakfast" She took a large spoonful and held it to my lips. "Open wide babykins" she ordered. I shook my head. She just held my nose until I gagged for air and in it went. Bill howled as I was force fed. Lesley then gave me my bottle in front of him. Tears were soon flowing again as they both mocked me for being a great big baby in a dirty nappy. Lesley sat on Bills knee in front of me, and I watched as Bills hand slipped in between her inner thighs and began touching her white silk panties crotch. "It's a pity he wasn't at the squash club last night" he said caressing her sex even more so that a damp patch appeared on her knicker gusset. "Why?" moaned Lesley. "He would have found out that we are having a fancy dress night this week" Bill smiled. "Your kidding" she screamed. He shook his head. "For all members and their wives or girlfriends, and fancy dress is compulsory" they both laughed again at my tear stained face. "We'll have to go" she said excitedly, getting aroused again by Bill's attentions to her sex. "Promise?" Bill said kissing her deeply on the the lips. "Promise" she moaned and her tongue plunged into his open mouth. Bill stood up, picking Lesley up physically, as he rose. She clung on to his neck still kissing him. I saw his large hands on her white satin covered buttocks as her robe slipped off her shoulders onto the floor .His large thick erection was pressing into her tummy. "Oh Bill you're so strong" she gasped. "I'm just taking your wife up to her bedroom to make love to her again, Dave." he triumphantly informed me, "you be a good little baby while we are away" They left me alone in the highchair, the baby food around my mouth drying hard, my soiled nappy reminding me just what a big baby I had become. Bill stayed all day, I never saw much of either of them, I was put back into my cot with my doll and rattle to play with. The lid was locked back in place and I was forced to listen to their love making as I played with Lesley’s soiled panties still quite damp from the night before I held them to my nose as they fucked in the next room. My hand wandering down to wank my tiny penis imagining Bill on top of my wife ,I could clearly hear rhythmic sounds of the bed banging and rattling through the open door of my nursery my wife's loud moaning as Bill thrust in and and out of her, giving Lesley the pleasure I was never able to. The dirty nappy was not changed either and I could feel a severe nappy rash developing as the acids in my eliminations worked against my skin. It was early evening when Bill had to go, they came into the nursery arms wrapped around each other, Lesley was swearing a sort white silk nightie .Bill had wanted to take another look at the sissy me. They both laughed as they flicked through the snaps on his phone showing me the most humiliating ones. "Wait until the guys see these tonight" he laughed. They kissed again then Lesley showed him to the front door, where Bill promised to call round tomorrow after work. "I'll make sure I'm properly dressed then" Lesley giggled "That little nightie will do just fine" he replied, then he was gone. At last Lesley turned her attentions to me, I was stripped of my dress, socks and shoes, then in the bathroom she removed my nappy. All the time she spoke to me as if I were just a baby, I goo gooed and ga ga'd my replies. The scented bath water stung my sore bottom as Lesley scrubbed me. A clean nappy was pinned on me as soon as I was dry followed by my frilly plastic rhumba baby panties and my baby nightie. I was fed in the highchair but she allowed me to lay across her lap to give me her bottle, telling me what a pretty baby girl I was and that I was going to be her baby for ever and ever. Before she put me to bed, she put the pink hair net over my curls. "I want to make sure your ringlets are still in for when you go back to work "she said. The next day we seemed to have more visitors than normal Lesley had told her closest friends about her night with a real man and my new status as a cuckolded sissy baby girl., she made them most welcome and did not spare me from their curiosity, I was paraded in front of the women dressed exactly as I was for Bills visit. Oh how they laughed as I crawled at their feet playing with my rattle and sucking my thumb. After their initial shock of seeing a grown man in such pretty clothes and pinned into nappies, their contempt was evident. Lauren a work colleague of Lesley and Bills volunteered to change my nappy when it became wet. The humiliation at having all these very pretty ladies not only seeing me in baby girl clothes but having them see me naked wasn’t something I had envisaged. Laurens face was a picture when she pulled down my frilly knickers and unpinned my nappy .She bust out in to tears of laughter . “Oh what the noo way its tiny ohhh urghh its sooo so tiny is it a micro penis ? “ she manged to ask in between gigging fits of laughter. The whole room erupted, and one lady shouted out “baby dick …. baby dick”. Lauren mocked “its no wonder you are sleeping with Bill the size difference must be considerable “she laughed. For one of the so called "superior" sex, to allow himself to be humiliated in such a manner was beyond belief, and they all agreed I deserved all the humiliation I received at their hands. I had given up my rights as a man, I was a disgrace to the male sex, they also agreed to make sure that I would never be able to claim my rightful position among the male sex again by effeminising me to a great big sissy-boy. I was promised that by the time they had finished with me I would definitely not be a man, I would be a baby girl. I was treated like a doll, they tied and re-tied my ribbon in various positions in my ringlets until they found the place they thought it suited me most, my short baby dress was fussed over, my nappied bottom patted just like a baby girl. They loved having a "man" in this position and took out all their frustrations with the male sex out on me. Lesley told them of her night of passion with Bill in great detail , she even showed them some photos of Bills erect penis she had on her phone , they all agreed that she deserved a "real man", and volunteered to baby-sit me if ever she wanted to go out. Julie, an attractive blonde in her mid-forties suggested her daughter, Megan, for the job, although she was only seventeen , she was mature and more than capable of taking care of such a big sissy baby. I was a whimpering wreck when they all left, I stank of sweet perfume, my eye-brows had been died the same colour as my hair, and my face made up with eye shadow, mascara and lip-stick. I lost count of the times I had my lip-stick repaired whilst sat on one of the neighbours’ knees, the constant sucking of my thumb smearing the bright red cosmetic around my mouth. Bill turned up later, Lesley had changed into her sexy negligee ready for his visit. They greeted like lovers, embracing and kissing each other whilst I played at their feet with my doll. Bill told her of his night at the squash club. "I couldn't get away" he said "everyone wanted to see the pictures of him in his baby dress, and I just had to tell them that I made love to his beautiful wife." Lesley kissed him passionately on the lips her tongue invading his open mouth. "They have all bought tickets for the fancy dress on Friday, I told them we would be taking him in his nappies and baby clothes". They both looked down at me laughing at the tears that were running downy cheeks. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, as adults do with babies in the room. Lesley dragged Bill on to the sofa and they cavorted sexually in front of me, I was extremely jealous, but felt so impotent in the baby clothes, I just played with my doll. Over the next few months I was kept to a strict nursery routine, supervised by Lesley and the neighbours. Indignity after indignity was heaped upon me. I was introduced to Megan a very attractive teenager with very long straight blonde hair and dark brown eyes she was my new babysitter. Megan would often allow her friends over to help babysit me when my wife and Bill had a date night of course her college friends found my situation hilarious especially when Megan told my wife I had misbehaved whilst they were were out .Bill would put me across his knee at Lesley's request and I would receive a hard spanking across my frilly knickered behind. It was totally embarrassing sat on a pretty seventeen year old girls knee, dressed in frilly pink satin baby clothes being bottle fed, while Lesley told them all the baby things I did including wetting my nappy ,playing with her panties and the reason why she has to sleep with a real man .Megan hadn’t changed my nappy so had not seen my tiny baby size penis until the inevitable happened Meagan’s mother changed my wet nappy. Megan wanted to learn how to change a nappy so looked on .Julie led me away, with Lesley permission, to the nursery. I whimpered all the way knowing that this woman I hardly knew was going to deal with my most private of parts, and in front of her lovely teenage daughter but I had become so docile I did not even think of rebelling and got up onto my changing table, like a gentle lamb. As Lesley had pointed out, babies have no modesty, they are not old enough to get embarrassed when a total stranger changes their nappies. I felt totally humiliated as Julie lifted my short pink satin baby dress and petticoats , pulled down my frilly knickers and removed my wet plastic pants and sopping nappy. She spoke to me throughout the operation, telling me what a dirty baby I was wetting and my nappies. She spent ages cleaning around my limp privates, amused at slightest touch. Julie then began to teasing me telling me how wonderful my new Daddy makes my mummy feel in bed how much bigger he was, a mans penis not a babies penis like mine .Within seconds my rigid organ pointed stiffly upwards ,all three inches .Julie laughed in hysterics Megan told her mum to stop being cruel ,her pretty face face was a picture of shock until she realised just how pathetic my short thin penis actually looked. Megan began to laugh uncontrollable and she tried to hide her giggles by placing a hand over her mouth , her cute face a little embarrassed at the sight . "Awww mum its such a tiny baby dick it doesn't belong on an adult. Why is it so small, its very tiny and thin ….too small for sex surly ? “ Her mother laughed and said “some men are just built that way ,many are men who have a tiny penis secretly like the humiliation of it being too small and longed to have their wives or girlfriends sleep with other men” Megan stood there now speechless at this revelation, her innocence betraying her own limited sexual encounters .She laughed and admitted she would certainly cheat if she had a husband who was too tiny for sex. " I know it tuns him on that Lesley is sleeping with Bill she told me but its all a bit weird " Julie and Megan agreed it was the perfect solution as everyone gets what they want from it. "By the time we are finished with you, you will be incapable of having an erection" she Julie laughed ,"your little dickie will never get hard ever again, its only use will be to wet your nappies and dribble in your nappy watching your wife have sex with real men like Bill". It was true, the humiliation of wearing nappies and dresses was emasculating me but I was always hard when Bill came round to fuck my lovely wife, occasionally they would let me watch but only after Bill had spanked me across his lap reminding me of my sissy baby girl status and he was now the man of the house. I still went to work but when I got home I became" sissy baby Susie" or "baby dick sissy" as my wife's friends and my babysitters often teased me . Sometimes I would arrive home from work before Lesley and had to be in my baby clothes .If Bill was visiting he was never allowed to see me in my any in male clothing. When Lesley got home and changed out of her business skirts and blouses I noticed she sometimes would also change her panties. On further investigation I secretly discovered why when I looked in the laundry basket and found a pair of seamen stained panties , her own juices had also stained into the crotch of her white silky panties. She had been fucked that day ,the panties were quite sodden. It was clear even in the office Bill would fuck her over his desk or in his car when they had to work late. The thrill of finding her soft white satin panties stained with their cum made me so horny I would play with myself as I held the flimsy garment up to my nose. Megan and and her friends loved spending the night at our large home on date nights, they enjoyed humiliating me telling me how wonderful my wife was and teasing me how much bigger Bills penis was making her so much happier. They could hear Bill and my wife fuck when they slept over. Sometimes Megan would come into my nursery to comfort me when my wife was moaning so loud ,she kind of felt sorry for me .I was a permanent sissy baby girl and grew to love our new lifestyle, I had a sexy attractive wife/mommy that still loved me and even played my baby Dick on special occasions often wrapping her worn satin panties around my shaft as she wanked it with a finger and thumb, her red finger nails looked so sexy on my "baby sized clitty" as she called it .I had a Daddy that made Mummy very happy in the bedroom and babysitters that took care of me when mummy and he went on dates or weekend away trips.

24/7 “24/7” that’s what I said. “But dad...” “I don’t want to hear it Peter. That’s what I’ve decided so that’s what’s going to happen.” “But dad, please, it’s not... it’s not...” “Enough. I don’t want to hear any more about it and sulking, throwing a fit or generally being grumpy about it isn’t going to help your case so... accept this is how it’s going to be and then we can all move on.” “Ohhh,” Peter sighed and reluctantly gave way to his father’s argument. Peter removed the thick terry fabric nappy he’d only just pinned on as his dad passed him a pair of white CK trunks. “There, once you have them on you’ll feel a lot better and look more grown up... isn’t that the idea as you get older?” His father teased. “S’pose so,” he looked most unhappy as he stepped into the soft cotton that Calvin Klein is famous for. His dad wriggled them up his son’s legs then finally patted his bum. “There, all nice and comfy... now who’s a big boy?” His father looked at his son expectantly and waited for a reply. “I am,” but Peter didn’t sound happy or convinced. In fact, if anything he looked decidedly morose. “But they don’t feel right,” Peter sniffed running his palms over the soft fabric. “What if I have an accident?” “Look son, you haven’t had an accident for many, many years... I think it’s time...” “But dad, there’s no guarantee... can I at least wear my plastic pants over them?” He asked hopefully. His father shook his head. “Now you need to wear them from now on, I don’t want you slipping back into nappies because you’re twenty one and should be past such baby items by now.” “Aaaawwww,” his son moaned dejectedly and wanted to cry. “Pleeeeaaassseee... just one more day?” His father hated to see his son upset. In fact, over the years, he’d gone out of his way to make sure his only son was happy. It was hard to deny his sweet-natured, unassuming, polite and loving child anything. So, despite his previous conviction he relented “OK, sweetheart... but only one more day.” “Yeeeaahhhh!” # # #

Elliot’s Adventure It had been a hectic time in the Lawrence household. Dad James was needed to supervise a building project his company had won the contract for in India and was looking to be away for about a month. At the same time all this was happening his wife Annie was about to embark on a world tour promoting the latest album as lead singer of Groove Divas International, a four-piece female vocal group who, in a recent pop survey, were the Number One selling act of the year. With their fourth album in the can and, thanks to pre-orders, had already hit the top spot in America as well as the European and Asian markets, the tour was sold out and would make millions in sales, appearances and merchandise. It was the biggest tour the girls had undertaken so far but would also be the most financially rewarding, mainly because they’d written all the songs on the new album themselves. It was an exciting time for the Divas. It was taking too much time and they were late. James’s driver sitting with engine running was waiting impatiently outside their impressive townhouse (right in the middle of the trendy part of the capital) ready to whisk him to the airport, whilst another limo was also waiting impatiently for its occupants to be transported north to the Yorkshire Dales. “C’mon kids,” yelled James looking at his watch in a panic, “I should be at the airport by now”. Meanwhile, Jenny (Genevieve) and Elliot, the Lawrence’s two children, fourteen and eight respectively, were not happy that, with the school summer break upon them, they were being shipped off to their aunt’s place in the country. There was no denying that Aunt Catherine’s was a wonderful farm-style place to visit, but neither kid wanted to spend more than a few days there as there was absolutely nothing to do except ‘enjoy’ the countryside, go for walks and feed the animals. ‘Two days tops’ was their opinion of such a visit, the idea of a six-weeks stay, their entire summer break was ridiculous. However, with their parents otherwise engaged, it was settled they couldn’t be left on their own and Catherine and her daughters, Dionne and Dusty (named after Catherine’s two favourite singers) were looking forward to having visitors. Dionne was sixteen, whilst Dusty was the same age as Jenny. Catherine was James’s older sister and the only relation who lived near enough, and able, to take in the two workaholic’s offspring. Annie’s success had provided the family with a very high living standard; a huge house, famous friends, the kids had their own room and every conceivable gadget any child could desire. Of course, the family could have hired a live-in nanny or companion but it was thought the countryside would be for the best. Alas, things were going to be a bit more basic out in the country because Catherine had banned too much reliance on mobile phones and electronic gizmos. The phones were for work purposes and not entertainment. She saw how obsession on the various social platforms had damaged so many children and was determined that wasn’t going to happen to her girls. That was definite; she even got rid of Wi-Fi in the house. TV, radio, CDs and restricted use of old electronic games was allowed but she encouraged her daughters to read, think and develop their own artistic interests. Jenny and Elliot were going to be in for quite a culture shock for the foreseeable future... or until their father was able to return home. If in fact he could get away – the Indian government were insistent that he didn’t leave the country until the multi-trillion Rupee development his company was building was well underway. Meanwhile, Annie’s tour was so successful that extra dates were being added even as the tour started. The two-month tour may well be extended such was the demand and with dollar signs flashing in everyone’s head... the more gigs the better. Off course they’d miss their children but both Annie and her husband agreed, that with Catherine’s help, and she was keen to help out in any way she could, then all eventualities could be catered for. They were convinced that time spent in the countryside, in the fresh air and nature surrounding them, with their aunt and cousins would be the best solution to their over-privileged kids (even if it was they who over-privileged them). Catherine was immensely proud of her architect brother and equally proud of the woman he married who’d found success slightly later than is normal for a girl (women) band. She’d had limited success as a solo singer but once they put the ‘Divas’ together their popularity just soared. # The Divas, as their full band title was often reduced to, had been put together for a TV talent show. The surprising vocal range and dynamics of all four women meant that they won and their first single catapulted straight in at Number One on the UK chart. Over the following couple of years this was followed by more hits and ‘Diva’ albums sold well. However, the only fly in the ointment for the girls (women) was the lack of autonomy. That had been sorted with a management clear-out and now Groove Divas International was a force to be reckoned with. Anyone in the right mind wouldn’t dream of taking on all four women once they’d decided on what direction they intended to take. Once it was ‘girl-power’ now it was ‘women-power’. Their ex-manager (a wannabe Svengali) had tried to control them but hadn’t reckoned that these were not a bunch of desperate-for-fame kids who’d do anything to get to the top. These were older and more mature, and in Annie’s case at least, a mother and wife, who was just as likely to punch someone’s lights out as she was to give them a kiss. Her years on the road before she found fame had hardening her but knew when and where to lay on the feminine charm... as did the rest of the Divas. They were sexy and with ages ranging from Denny at twenty-one through to Annie at thirty-four the group appealed to a huge age spectrum. Even teenaged boys wrote fan letters to Annie who had become (in another poll in a men’s online magazine) the top MILF. She took this as a compliment and oozed desirability in interviews, having someone as old as Annie in the band had been no drawback to the Divas appeal. The others in the band were Sally aged twenty-four and Marci who at twenty-eight was also married but had recently filed for divorce. Meanwhile, Catherine was absolutely besotted with her sister-in-law. She’d said on numerous occasions that, if she had another daughter she’d name her Annie. She jumped at the chance of hosting her nephew and niece for the summer break (or as long as necessary) and looked forward to her daughters having new playmates over the long school summer holiday. Her rural home was just that - homely. Her husband had died a few years earlier but instead of falling apart had decided that she and her daughters would become as self-sufficient as possible. With the insurance money she bought a small holding, grew her own veggies, had a couple of animals and chickens and absolutely adored the life she had as her children grew up. Her daughters, although at first struggled with the lack of technology, had come around to the way their mother thought and embraced it as much as she had. They didn’t miss not being on any of the social platforms despite their mates telling them of the latest “fantastic fun challenge” they were missing. They felt glad to be missing it. # Just before Jenny and Elliot were packed into the car both were moaning to their father about having to spend all their time at their auntie’s. Elliot especially got into a temper tantrum, shouting and calling everyone names and generally annoying his sister who was slightly more disposed to seeing her cousins again. Still, Elliot moaned, he’d be the only boy and strutted around generally being an annoying little so-and-so who wanted everyone to know he was only going under duress. Their father urged them to get a move on so when he saw both his kids slam the limo doors shut... a final testament that they weren’t happy, he locked up relieved that they and he could finally be on their way. “Bye” dad muttered but they weren’t in the mood for pleasantries so he simply waved and climbed into his waiting car. It was funny to see which vehicle could get underway the fastest. The kid’s limo won. After nearly a four hour journey the driver of the limo that delivered them to their aunts door thought they were an obnoxious pair of up-themselves kids and couldn’t wait to dump them and get back to doing what he enjoyed most – the company had a stretch limo so taking hen parties around to various clubs was always a delight. The tips and offers of free sex he always received made the job just about the best a guy like him could wish for. As soon as they arrived Aunt Catherine rushed out to greet them and herded the two visitors inside to say hello to their cousins. Meanwhile, the driver, desperate to return, got the case out of the boot and left it in the middle of the drive, he wasn’t their damn lackey, and drove off leaving a dusty trail behind him. Jenny, thinking that he’d have brought her case inside wandered out and saw the only case out on the driveway was hers, she wondered where Elliot’s was. He’d taken so long to pack, making sure he had all the things he thought a sophisticated and entitled eight-year-old should need but, he was in such a bad mood, she couldn’t actually remember seeing him bring out his bulging case or put it in the boot of the limo. ‘Oh well’, she thought, ‘at least I have my stuff’. # Of course Elliot had a fit when told his case wasn’t there. He made his aunt call the driver who informed them there had only ever been one case and he’d deposited it and the kids where they were supposed to be. Elliot demanded that he return to the house and pick up his case but it was all locked up and there’d be no one there now until either their father or mother returned home. This set him off crying and generally being a pain but his aunt soothed him with reassuring words that everything would be alright and that he shouldn’t worry about a thing, they had plenty of stuff for him to ‘play out’ in. “Play out” that was the last thing Elliot wanted to do. He wanted his PlayStation, his electronic gizmos, access to the internet... if he was going to be stuck in the wilderness he at least wanted to be entertained. He had no idea that even if he’d brought such stuff, most of it wouldn’t have worked. Anyway, he was in a sulk and a definite tantrum was bubbling away, so when it did break free... Unfortunately, his temper and crying had had a terrible effect, he’d wet himself, which occasionally happened if he got too emotional. Catherine noticed this little problem, and not wanting the poor boy to be embarrassed, was quick to make him go take a shower and then she’d wash his soaked clothes. He wasn’t happy but knew he couldn’t sit around in wet pants so reluctantly did as his aunt suggested. As he showered himself she gathered up all his wet clothes and took them away. Once he’d finished she was there with a thick towel and led him to his room. Dionne, the eldest had her own room, whilst Jenny would be sharing with Dusty, there was a box room that they used for guests but was quite small and just large enough for a bed and a set of drawers. Elliot recoiled at just how small it was. He was convinced that the animals his ‘surrogate’ family surrounded themselves with had more room than him. Back home his bedroom was ten times the size of this and held all his gadgets and TV and stuff... this was a prison cell or so he thought. Meanwhile, because they’d put some posters of dinosaurs up on the wall (the last time he visited he’d been dinosaur mad) Catherine thought they’d made the room quite welcoming. Alas no. Elliot got all angry and emotional and without warning peed into the towel just as his aunt had finished drying him. She thought for a moment, but didn’t say anything, the boy was already in a state and she didn’t want to make matters worse. However, as it was getting towards evening she decided to get him ready for bed there and then. There was a problem that first needed dealing with. She intended to make sure he wouldn’t wet the bed and after him twice already letting a stream of pee go, she was taking no chances. She dug out a set of nappies, from when her own girls had been in the need for them (luckily they were already packed in a case in the small box room), which she thought should be ideal for their young guest. Elliot had been snuffling into a dry bit of the towel and wasn’t really taking too much notice of what his aunt was up to so it came as a shock when she began to fold a large square of fabric into a nappy shape. The eight-year-old went ballistic and started screaming and shouting that he wasn’t a baby. His aunt tried her best to calm him down, telling him it was just a temporary measure seeing as he was in an unfamiliar place and might not get his bearing’s right if he needed the toilet during the night. His tantrum hit a peak but she wouldn’t relent. She did something she’d never done to either of her daughters and slapped his naked bum and told him to calm down. The shock temporarily silenced him but moments later he was back to his screaming ways; this time her hand landed with much more ferocity and not only the once. She smacked his little rump until he was crying because he hurt not because he was having a paddy. This was not her usual first resort but the poor boy had got himself into such a state he needed to get a grip on reality. Words were having no impact so a swift sharp shock she hoped would focus his head. “Elliot, you have to know that in this house we have rules and, as things stand, I think you’re in need of a little protection... for your own good as well as my furniture.” He stopped his blubbing but was not happy. “Now, you’ll wear a nappy tonight and then we’ll check in the morning and see where we go from there... OK?” He was used to getting his own way and this was definitely something that did shock him and brought him to a different situation. Realising he wasn’t going to win with this approach he gave up. With a renewed vigour and whilst he was still relatively compliant Catherine pinned him into a nappy, pulled up a pair of crinkly plastic pants and found something she hoped he’d like, a onesie with images of various dinosaurs printed all over it. It had been meant as a present. Last time he visited that was all he talked about or played with, his collection of dinosaurs. Catherine had a special onesie made as a surprise gift for his birthday. It was meant for his seventh birthday but circumstances changed and agreed meetups never happened, so he never received it. However, now seemed a great time to get him into something she knew he’d appreciate and hopefully calm him down. She fed his legs in and then his arms and zipped him up. He didn’t like it but he’d never been smacked before and wasn’t keen on it happening again so was quite subdued as his aunt cooed and said how nice he looked. Unfortunately, the bulky padding could not be hidden and Elliot appeared unsettled when returned to the living room where his sister and cousins wondered what the rumpus had been about. Seeing him dressed as he was taking them by surprise but all the girls expressed delight in the onesie. “Having an early night?” Dionne cheerfully asked. “You look very comfy in that onesie... dinosaurs... classy and fun... I bet...” she was being upbeat and trying her best to make him feel at home but he was having none of it. “Who the fu..” he paused, “Who likes dinosaurs?” Elliot demanded as he sat grumpily on the sofa in his padding and feeling decidedly very much the little kid. This was not the way he saw himself or hoped others saw him. At school he was a leader (and a bit of a bully) and thought himself so much better than everybody else. His mum was famous so that made him special and he expected everyone to realise that and behave according to his rightful superior status. “Well, don’t you?” His aunt queried. “When I was a little kid maybe but I’m grown up now so... NO,” he shouted the word for emphasis and then added dismissively, “Pwfff, dinosaurs are for little kids.” The other’s tried to hide their smiles at his attempt at being grown-up but he looked so cute and juvenile it was impossible to take his petulance seriously. He pulled at the fabric as if in disgust but the material was quite stretchy and had a lovely soft fleecy feel to it and, with the zip up the back, he wasn’t coming out of it anytime soon. # Jenny noticed his thick padding and whispering, whilst he was otherwise distracted by the argument with his aunt, pointed it out to her cousins. “Yes,” said Dionne knowingly, “mum said he’d wet his pants, they’re in the wash now but I didn’t think she’d put him in a nappy, how embarrassing for him.” Dusty’s eyes seemed to sparkle mischievously and huddled in close to her sister and cousin. “Why don’t we make sure he’s kept wearing a nappy all the time he’s here?” “Why would we do that?” Dionne, as the eldest needed a reason. “Is there anything better to do?” Dusty said curtly. “It’ll make more work for mum.” “Well we could offer to pitch in and change him when necessary.” “Urrrrgg!” Dionne ventured her opinion on that idea. “He’s not gonna go Number Two’s in his nappy is he?” Dusty showing her age a little there, “but, even if he did we can make it part of a game of dress-up, erm, or something?” She didn’t sound as confident in her idea now. However, the suggestion had got Jenny’s interest. She was already a bit fed up with her brother behaving like a spoiled brat and, as far as she was concerned, this might be a fun way of making the time at the farm go by. “Sounds a fun idea to me,” she giggled to her cousins, “and besides, he pees the bed at home so he should be wearing a nappy all the time by rights.” This was a little lie. He’d had a few accidents over the last year or so but no way was he a constant bed-wetter. However, knowing this piece of added information made the girls agree to give the proposal a try. Operation Elliot’s Nappies might just be the fun needed to keep them occupied over the summer break. Well, for as long as it lasted anyway. All this was whispered as Elliot was glued to his favourite TV show. ‘At least they had television’ the youngster thought. Since he’d been put in a nappy and pyjamas (and whilst the memory of his smacked bottom was still very much on his mind), Elliot had settled down to being a contrite and unfussy eight-year-old. He had no idea the girls were planning anything, or that he would be at the heart those plans. Catherine announced that food was on the table so everyone trooped into the kitchen to enjoy a late home-cooked meal of chicken and mushroom pie, green beans, mashed potatoes and thick gravy. Elliot started to say how much he hated mushrooms but Catherine gave him a look that immediately silenced him. He wasn’t going to be getting his own way with her anytime soon. “I’ll remember that for future so just pick the bits out that aren’t for you. However, just so you know and for your future reference.” His aunt looked intently at her eight-year-old guest, “We leave only clean plates in this house so you’ll eat whatever is put in front of you. Any tantrums Elliot and you will be dealt with severely.” She brightened up, “However, I’m sure that isn’t going to be a problem and that you and your sister will have a fantastic time whilst staying with us.” His cousin’s smiled and agreed with their mother, whilst Jenny smiled and gently patted her brother’s arm. Their aunt had set some pretty reasonable house rules so they’d better get used to them otherwise they were going to have an awful time. She looked up to Aunt Catherine, “I’m sure we’re going to have a fabulous time aunty and thanks for letting us stay.” Elliot was surprised at these positive words from his sister because it wasn’t something he thought either of them wanted. However, he just looked fed up with the pie still steaming in front of him, shuffled slightly in his chair and sighed. The nappy was definitely taking some getting used to but hoped he’d be returned to his own clothes come the morning. # “Aunty,” It was after the meal and Jenny had volunteered to help with the washing up (no dishwasher in this household but nonetheless eager to get in her aunt’s good books) “can I have a quick word?” “Of course love what is it?” Jenny checked that her cousins were keeping her brother occupied by discussing what to watch on TV. “Well, erm, I see you’ve got Elliot in nappies...ermmm...” She paused as if trying to find the right words. “Yes he wet himself a second time whilst having a tantrum so I thought it was for the best.” Catherine tried to move the conversation on. “Yes, well, um, that’s what I wanted to talk about.” “I’m sorry love... I know you’re only trying to protect your brother but I think he needs them until I can be sure he’s calmed down a bit.” Catherine thought it was nice of her niece to be so concerned about her sibling but she was laying down the law from the word go and... “Actually aunty I think you’re right,” she interrupted, “I mean, I don’t want to make things difficult for him but this isn’t the first time.” She moved in closer so as to make what she said next just between the two of them. “He’ll deny it of course but he’s wet his pants a few times now. Dad more or less said he should be in nappies but mum wouldn’t hear of it so it never happened... but I think you’ve done yourself and dad a favour.” Catherine appraised what had been said “So your dad wanted to put him back into nappies did he? “Well, he didn’t like to upset mum so it wasn’t a continual argument,” Jenny was whispering so low now no one in the other room could have heard. “But yes, he thought it might be a good idea. Although Elliot plays at being a loud and raucous big boy I think he’s still just a little kid... I think dad has his doubts as well.” “Well in that case...” She looked across at her nephew who was sitting on the sofa and arguing with Dionne and Dusty about some programme or other, “perhaps for the immediate future I should keep him in them.” “I think it might be a good way of protecting the bedding or at the very least I’d put a plastic sheet on it if nothing else.” Jenny added conspiratorially. “Thank you love I’ll keep what you’ve said secret, just between you and me, OK?” “Thanks aunty, you’re the best.” She kissed her aunt’s cheek and scampered off to join the others. # It was true that Elliot had occasionally wet himself when getting worked up over something or having a tantrum (which he seemed to have a great deal of for an eight-year-old). It wasn’t a regular thing but one his parents had been aware of but had been very understanding - passing it off as just ‘one of those things a kid does’ and nothing to worry about. Annie was convinced that all eight-year-old boys go through such things, although where she got this fascinating fact from she couldn’t recall. Parenting had changed for both Annie and Richard since Genevieve had been born. Both had become incredibly busy and now that their youngest could more or less look after himself (or so they thought) they could dedicate more time to their business pursuits. As a result Elliot missed out on a lot of the affection and family-time his sister had enjoyed. In many ways, the couple’s success had made them see things only from their own career-biased point of view. They had no idea that such an attitude would be so damning to their young son. His acting out, his temper tantrums, his bullishness at school - all should have been indicators but were lost on them. Elliot thought his possessions proved how much his mummy and daddy loved him but in fact they were a salve to their own ambitions. So, the fact that his Aunt Catherine had not only noticed but actually done something about his slight wetting had stunned the poor boy. Sitting on the sofa in padding and pyjamas whilst his sister and cousins were still dressed like they had been all day had made him feel small. He hoped that no one else knew about his wet pants so when he sat down in the living room he didn’t explain why he was wearing a onesie and hoped his aunt wouldn’t say anything either. Thankfully, and to make him feel better and stop any speculation, Catherine had told everyone that the onesie was a gift and was so excited to see him wear it he offered to put it on straight away. It didn’t deflect what the girls already knew but she hoped that by saying that out as an explanation, Elliot wouldn’t be too self-conscious. It seemed to work. Fortunately the girls made a fuss about the dinosaur onesie and pretended to be envious of such an item. Jenny saying she wasn’t surprised he wanted to wear it as it looked great and so comfortable. Even the dogs came up and sniffed him before retiring to their own blanket in the corner of the room. No one mentioned the thick nappy underneath and perhaps naively Elliot thought perhaps he was safe from any embarrassing name calling. Both visitors had mobile phones that they looked at but found to their horror that there was no Wi-Fi connection so their apps and other such games weren’t working as well as they did. They could receive texts and calls with no problem but otherwise, it was not what they were used to. This frustrated Elliot in particular but he’d already exhausted his grumpiness to0 get his own way and it hadn’t worked. When it was explained to him that his cousins found they didn’t need it he looked at them as if they must be backward... or everyone in the Yorkshire Dales was. Still, no matter how annoying, that was the way it was and he’d simply have to get used to it... like the rest of his present circumstances. However, at nine o’clock his aunt told him it was time for bed. Again he had a tantrum telling her he never went to bed that early at home school night or not and certainly not during the holidays. “Well young man,” Catherine was trying to be understanding but thought an eight-year-old needed as much sleep as possible, “the girls aren’t going to be long behind you but let’s have no arguments... bed now.” “But can’t I stay up and watch...?” He pleaded but in an angry manner that didn’t go down well with Catherine. “Bed now and I’ll be up to tuck you in...” “But I’m not tired I’ll not sleep I’m....” Elliot interrupted. “Whether you sleep or not, I don’t mind, but a boy your age needs his rest so, for the final time... bed now please.” Remembering his still sore bottom from being swatted earlier he thought better than causing a scene but needed to let her know that an early bedtime wasn’t for him as his mother let him stay up until he was ready. He didn’t want to argue in front of his sister and cousins as it put him in bad light but he’d explain all that when she came up to tuck him in but for the moment he resentfully aimed for his box room. # He still couldn’t get over just how cramped the room was. His bed was surrounded by boxes and cases of stuff and whilst they’d tried to make it a bit nicer with the posters, it really was a dump. In fact, it was where Catherine kept her kid’s old clothes which were neatly folded away and stored. It was one of these open cases that Elliot noticed as he entered ‘his’ room. It was the one where his aunt had pulled the nappy he was now wearing from and he could see there was more childish stuff: more nappies, plastic pants, bottles, tins, packages, bibs, clothing all of which he quickly scanned through before his aunt arrived. A shiver ran down his back as he climbed in to bed but the loud crinkle gave away the fact that there was a plastic mattress cover under the bottom sheet. He wondered if that was always there or had been put on for his benefit. He also knew that wetting his pants when he had a tantrum (“overly excited” as his mother called it) was a lot worse than he led people to believe. On several occasions he’d had to change quickly before anyone else saw the tell-tale stain and had become a dab-hand at hiding his shame by being generally disagreeable with everyone. The tantrum was just part of his repertoire of reactions to his guilt, which oddly enough often caused him to wet more. Being eight he just didn’t learn from this simple fact. However, as he snuggled (and crinkled) down Christine came up to tuck him in. “There,” she smiled in encouragement, “isn’t that better to be all warm and snuggly than being sat in front of the TV screen?” “But at home I never go to bed before ten or eleven... mummy says...” “Well love, your mother has her ways and I have mine so, while you’re staying here... we’ll go by my rules and neither Dionne or Dusty ever stayed up past nine o’clock, weekday, school-day or weekend until they were teenagers... so sweetheart, for you, it’s bed at nine and no later.... understand.” “But, but...” “No argument Elliot. Now, are you wet; do you need changing before you go to sleep?” Elliot could feel a tantrum coming on but at that moment he was sure he was dry and told his aunt so. “OK then, I’ll take your word but don’t worry if you are... I don’t want you getting a rash so don’t stay in a wet nappy for too long because it will do you no good, OK?” Inwardly Elliot was fuming at the idea she thought he’d wet. His onesie was for a child, the posters were for a child and he hated being treated as one but, for the moment, he could do nothing about it. Catherine could see he wasn’t happy so soothed his brow with slow gentle strokes, it was something both her daughters had enjoyed before falling off to sleep, she hoped it would have the same effect on her nephew. He wasn’t happy but the day seemed to have caught up with him and his aunt’s soft caress had the desired result as he drifted off. Catherine looked at her watch, it was 9:15pm she was right he did need his sleep. She saw that there was an old teddy bear just peeping out from one of the freshly opened boxes and gently lay it in his arms. She was a little surprised to see him wriggle and hug it close as he slipped into dreamland. # By ten o’clock the girls were all getting themselves ready for bed, even Dionne, who was allowed to go to bed when she felt like it, decided she would have an early night. Meanwhile, in the bathroom Dusty and Jenny were getting into their pyjamas and excitedly discussing Operation Elliot’s Nappies. Just how were they going to make sure their pet project was going to be made to wear a nappy all the time? “We could just pour a glass of water over him as he sleeps.” Jenny offered. Although, for some reason she didn’t want to admit to already sowing the seeds of doubt in her aunt’s mind. “Wouldn’t that wake him up and he’d tell mum?” Dusty replied. “Mmmmm, maybe,” Jenny confessed, “but what about, erm, oh, umm, no I suppose not...” This was proving harder than they imagined. Eventually Dionne walked in on them and asked what they were discussing. They told her about the glass of water but wasn’t sure that would work. “Didn’t we see that he wet when in a tantrum? So all we really need to do is upset him and he’ll do it himself.” The girls were impressed by the cleverness of the oldest of them. “However, for tonight, and to make sure he wakes up wet... I think a glass of water might be acceptable. Mum will be half expecting it anyway so...” The girls all giggled conspiratorially and the two fourteen-year-olds went off to their bedrooms leaving Dionne to use the bathroom and then... # When Catherine came to bed just before midnight she checked in on her daughters and was gratified to see Jenny and Dusty happily asleep. She then popped her head around the door to Dionne who was still up reading. “Night love... and thanks for all your help today.” “No problem mum. It’s nice to have visitors and I’m sure Elliot will settle down... it must be such a big change from what he’s used to... no wonder he needed a change.” “You noticed?” Catherine shrugged. “We all noticed mum but decided we didn’t want to embarrass the poor boy.” “Well thank you for that as well... I suppose I’d better check on him before I turn in. Well, goodnight love.” “Night mum.” She put her book down and turned off the light. Catherine slipped into the dark box room and found her nephew dead to the world. Surprisingly Smokey the cat was asleep at the bottom of his bed. She wasn’t keen on it being there so lifted it up and put it out. The cat stretched and mewed and silently walked off to find a more convivial spot. Meanwhile, Catherine pulled down the duvet and patted the front of Elliot’s onesie and it was wet so must have leaked. She couldn’t leave him to sleep like that so woke him up, which made him very grumpy as he was led from the warmth of his bed to the bathroom. She removed the onesie and pulled off his plastic pants. She knew they were a little on the old side but had hoped they’d keep everything dry. She didn’t inspect them too closely because the boy’s nappy was also soaked so was desperate, at this late hour, to get him into something drier. She cleaned him up and led him naked back to his room but not before putting his nappy and plastic pants in the laundry basket. Dionne appeared at her bedroom door. “Is everything alright mum?” “Yes love, go back to bed, just a little accident,” a barely awake Elliot was being manoeuvred naked back into the little room. “Do you need any help?” Dionne offered. “No love... thanks... its fine. I had hoped the plastic pants would hold it but suspect they’re a bit old and torn and I missed it.” “Oh OK... I’ll just get myself a glass of water if you’re sure you don’t want me to...” “No love, thanks but...” and she closed the box room door for some privacy. Dionne hadn’t thought about the plastic pants, she’d just poured some water over him thinking he was just wearing a nappy. She quickly disappeared into the bathroom, filled a glass of water but checked in the laundry bin and was happy to see the wet nappy and plastic pants. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the cabinet and nipped at the leg holes where it looked like the plastic had come away from the elastic. That was close but judging by how wet his nappy was it looked like he must have wet himself anyway. She considered this fact as she carried the drink back to her bedroom. Meanwhile, Elliot’s initial wriggle of defiance faded quickly as sleepiness finally won over his determination he didn’t want to be put into another nappy. Catherine had, despite a bit of a battle, re-nappied her angry and defiant nephew by finding a more substantial pair of thick blue plastic pants in the box which she pulled up and over the generous terry nappy. Looking down on her little visitor she was angry with herself for resorting to smacking him. Lying there, at that moment, looking for all the world like an innocent little four-year-old in his well-fitted padding reminded her that he was going to take quite a bit of ‘understanding’ as he was used to a completely different way of life. He might have to learn fast but so will she. His onesie was also wet so she dug in one of the boxes for an alternative. One of her daughters old t-shirts was then tugged into position but by then Elliot was too tired to argue and simply curled up into a ball and returned to sleep. Catherine nudged the teddy back into his arms and smiled as he gently pulled it into a hug. Dionne lay in her bed, her sister and cousin totally unaware of the drama that had just taken place, and listened as her mum closed the door of the box room. Mum was really quite tired. It had been a busy day with some events that had taken her by surprise. Her nephew had wet three times that she knew of (which wasn’t in the instructions when she agreed to host her brother’s kids) but had quickly found a solution. However, because of his constant moods and tantrums and with what Jenny declared - Elliot really needed to be wearing protection all the time. Certainly finding him wet just now had made sure that he’d be wearing a nappy at night and that was for certain. Meanwhile, her eldest daughter lay in her own room hoping she hadn’t made a mess of the project by not thinking ahead. She’d have to be much cleverer than that in future. # tbc #

Another short story just out of a situation I thought of! None of the stories I write re connected, just their own little things. Enjoy! -------------------- "So that's how the Russian conter-attack of the German invasion turned the tide on the Second World War..." the old, sniffly University lecturer slowly said as he addressed the tired and uninterested group of university students. Sat two rows from the back of the room, Max tried his absolute hardest to keep is eyes open in as he rested his head on his left hand propped up by his elbow on the table. He kept glancing at the clock waiting for it to reach eleven o'clock so he could finally leave and head back to his dorm. "I think that wraps up todays lecture everyone, you are dismissed" the lecturer announced as he began to pack up his bag. 'Thank god' Max said to himself as he sprung to attention. He grabbed his bag from underneath the table as the students began to flow out of the back doors. As he pulled his bag onto his back he saw his water bottle fall out of the side pocket and land just infront of his feet, and without thinking he bent over to pick it up and put it back in his bag. As Max left he thought about what he could do to occupy the rest of his day. He didn't have any more lectures or social plans for the rest of the day, and at first he thought about doing the responsible thing and going to the library to study but instead he was leaning towards going back to his dorm and just having a lazy day. Max strolled across the university campus but he heard some quick steps behind him that caught his attention. Before he knew it he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hey man, I was just in the history lecture. You dropped this!" a blonde haired student said as he held out an iPhone charger. Max instantly recognised it and realised it must've fallen out his bag with his water bottle. "Ah thank you, must've fallen out of my bag" Max replied as he took the charger and stuck it back in his bag. "That was such a boring lecture. I'm way behind on my second module work and I don't mean to encroach on you but I really could do with brainstorming ideas with someone. I'm Ross by the way" he said. "Oh, well I've not got anything else on today so I could help for a bit I guess. I'm Max" Max responded as they shook hands. "Thanks man I really appreciate it! There's a pub just down the road if you wanted to set up in there?" Ross suggested. "The King Charles? Yeah sounds good that's a nice pub!" Max replied happily. Max and Ross both made their to the pub and the walk was slightly awkward although they soon realised they were in the same university halls. It was a short walk and soon they were sat in a quiet corner of the pub with a beer each and they began working on the second module Ross mentioned. Max thought to himself how nice Ross seemed and how similar they were and he could very easily see them becoming good friends. "Hey Max thanks for doing this I really appreciate the help. Can I ask you something though?" Ross said as he finished the last sip of his beer. "Yeah go for it what is it?" Max replied. "Oh okay well i'm just going to say it. Are you wearing a Goodnite?" Ross said nervously. Max went dizzy at the question, and totally mortified. His mind left his body as he realised Ross must've seen the top of his black Goodnite over the waistband of his baggy navy joggers as he bent over to pick up his water bottle in the lecture. "Hey hey hey Max it's okay don't panic. I won't tell anyone" Ross said as he put his hand on Max's back to help him stay calm. Admittedly it did help and max tentatively opened his mouth. "Umm, oh, so... you know what they look like?" Max asked tentively. "Yeah. To let you in on a secret" Ross said as he leaned into Max. "I like to wear them too, I'm an ABDL". Max was shocked. What were the chances? a fellow university student staying in the same halls as him who he got along with also being an ABDL. He was still nervous, but also counted himself lucky and he had to admit he found it exciting. Max thought about what he was going to say next, not wanting to fully reveal his hand but he was also curious. "Oh. So am I. I sometimes like to wear Goodnites under my clothes" Max admitted. "So... do you wear them as well?". "I have done in the past but they are a bit tight on me. I usually wear either ABU or Cuddlz." Ross explained. Max was aware of those brands but had never plucked up the courage to buy them. He realised he was in the presence of a more experienced ABDL than him. "I've never tried those!" Max said. "Would you like to? You know what I think I've got a few back in my dorm?" Ross asked. Max was hesitant about going back to someone else's dorm but at the same time what other chance would he get to meet another ABDL? He was a shy person and could never bring himself to go on websites like Fetlife. "Yeah go on then. You promise you won't tell anyone though?" Max asked. "Your secret is safe with me man, promise. Shall we head back to the halls?" Ross suggested. Max grabbed his pint and finished off his beer. "Let's go" he said. They both packed up their bags and headed straight back to the halls they both had dorms in. The walk was near on silent, with both being clerly nervous by what was about to happen but both were also secretly excited. It was a 15 minute walk back to the halls and soon enough they had arrived. As they entered the lift Ross pressed the button to take them to the second floor, two floors below Max's dorm. As they left the lift Max's nerves began to increase while Ross made a beeline for his dorm. "Here we are. Don't know about you but I'm one of the lucky ones that got an en-suite" Ross said as he unlocked the door. "Oh so have I, wouldn't have moved into halls without one!" Max replied. Truth be told he wanted an en-suite so dealing with Goodnite changes was easier. Max stepped into the dorm to see an impeccably tidy room complete with a television, games console and a huge Mac desktop computer. He couldn't believe the situation he was in, he'd met another ABDL on the off chance - a taller, cool and fashionable fellow student with a blonde mullet. He was a shy scrawny boy with a brown mop haircut and baggy clothes from Primark. "Cool, so you want to do this?" Ross said as he opened his wardrobe. "Do what?" Max panicked. "Oh you mean the nappies. Yeah I do if that's okay". "Of course! Here we are" Ross replied as he retrieved two ABU Little Kings nappies from his wardrobe. Max had never seen one before and was so excited to strap into one. "But before we get padded up, can I see your Goodnite?" Ross asked. Max's face went red. "Ummm yeah sure, of courrse yeah" he said nervously. Max then took off his bag and placed it on the floor next to the door and then looked down and began pulling down his joggers. After a few seconds the waistband met the top of his knees and he held them in place revealing his dry Goodnite to a complete stranger he met only a few hours ago. "Cool man they almost look like pants! Is it wet?" Ross asked as he walked over and inspected the Goodnite further. "Oh no it isn't it's dry" Max responded. "Fairs. So, shall I go into the bathroom and get this on?" Ross said as he held up one of the nappies. "Go for it" Max said. Ross nodded and chucked the other nappy at Max as he went into the bathroom and he caught it, simultaneously dropping his joggers to his ankles. This was the first time he'd felt an ABDL nappy in his hands and it felt amazing. For at least a minute he just held it and stared at it until he was disturbed by Ross exiting the bathroom. Max's attention was immediately caught by Ross' midriff, and he saw his blonde haired legs complete with a nappy. He looked incredible and it immediately made Max jealous. "What do you think?" Ross asked? "Yeah cool" max said awkwardly. "So, you want to get that on too? I know you said you've not worn one before so will you be okay putting it on yourself?" Ross asked helpfully. "Oh yeah I'll be fine" Max said as he lifted his feet out of his joggers and stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Max then puffed out the nappy and opened it up, amazed by it's size. He then carefully stepped out of the Goodnite and then paused for a second to think about how he'd got to this point. He was in another students dorm room about to put on a nappy. No going back now was his first thought. Max lied down on the floor and sat on the open nappy before expertly taping it up over his penis. Even though he'd never worn one before he'd seen plenty of videos of other people putting them on and therefore was basically a pro. Once the nappy was on he slowly stood up and marvelled about how thick and soft it was. He looked in the mirror and saw himself in a grey hoodie and nothing but an adult nappy which basically looked like pampers. He was in dreamland. He paused for a second before opening the door and facing his new friend. He re-entered the room to see Ross turning on his Playstation and holding two controllers. "Hey looking good man! How does it feel?" Ross asked. "It feels great, it's so thick" Max said as he felt the top of the nappy and gave it a good look. "That's the best thing about them. They hold so much too that's why!" Ross explained. "How about a couple of games of FIFA? Do you like football?. "Sounds great I love FIFA" Max replied as he grabbed one of the controllers and they both sat on Ross' bed facing the TV. After one or two games of FIFA both Max and Ross opened up to eachother getting to know their backgrounds and interests, before eventually getting onto their fetishes. Ross explained that he was a bedwetter as a teenager and developed a love for nappies from wearing Goodnites and loving how they feel. He was more adventurous than Max and had been into wearing ABDL nappies for a few years. Max told him he'd always loved the idea of wearing nappies but had only started indulging in it since the start of university. After the end of the third game he saw Ross fidgeting around slightly and switched position from having his feet planted on the floor to being cross-legged on the bed. “You okay?” Max asked inquisitively. “Yeah I’m good, I just kinda need to pee” Ross replied as he touched the front of his nappy. “Do you mind if I go now?”. “Umm yeah okay, I guess you mean in your nappy?” Max asked despite knowing the answer. “Yep, do you want to watch?” Ross said. “Okay that’ll be fun” Max said. He then turned his position to face Ross and sat on the back of his legs in a kneeling position so he could clearly see Ross’ nappied crotch. “Here we go, usually takes me a few seconds” Ross replied as he lifted his bum slightly and put his arms straight so his hands were on the bed. Max watched keenly as he heard a feint hissing sound and a lightly pale yellow patch formed right on Ross’ crotch. “Ahhhhhh” Ross whispered. Some time passed and the yellow patch grew bigger until it was covering most of the front of Ross’ nappy. Max was astonished by what he had seen. He’d seen people wet nappies in videos online hundreds of times but never in the flesh. “Cool” Max said as he looked at Ross. “That feels so much better, it’s so warm! Do you want to feel?” Ross asked. After a few seconds thought Max nodded and then slowly moved his right hand downwards until it cupped Ross’ crotch. He instantly felt heat and could smell a very feint whiff of urine. “You are right it is warm!” Max said. “You know what, I think I need to pee too, can I go as well?”. “Sure man! Why don’t you stand up and do it” Ross suggested. “Okay” Max said as he got off the bed and stood directly infront of Ross and separated his legs apart. “Whenever you are ready, let the floodgates open!” Ross said as he sat up. Max shut his eyes and tried to focus on peeing. He was nervous doing it infront of someone for the first time and admittedly it was impeding his ability to let go. However after about 30 seconds he felt a small dribble soak into his nappy. “Ah it’s coming” Max said quietly. The dribble soon turned into a flood as his nappy became warm and it soaked between his legs. It was a euphoric feeling and somewhat different to wetting a Goodnite. It didn’t cling to him as much and he was surprised by how quickly it dried on his skin. “Good work man you are soaking it!” Ross encouraged. Soon the well was dry and Max’s nappy was wet. He let out one final sigh and opened his eyes. As he opened them he could see Ross reaching towards his nappy and prodding the front. “That’s so wet, you are a pro!” Ross cheered. “Right couple more games of FIFA? I’ve got all day!”. “Sure let’s do it!” Max said as he sat back down on the bed and picked up the controller. They continued to go about playing like nothing had happened. Max could feel his nappy was bulkier but he loved the feeling. It was so nice to sit in a warm nappy. As one of their games entered stoppage time, Max was concentrating on seeing out a win when suddenly the competitive silence was broken by a loud fart. It didn’t sound like a normal fart, but one that was muffled slightly by a nappy. The smell instantly hit him. “Eww Ross did you just fart? Are you trying to put me off?” Max teased. “Haha sorry better out than in I always say!” Ross replied as he lifted his left cheek off the bed and let out a second, more high pitched fart. “Stop it they stink!” Max laughed. “Sorry man” Ross said as he paused the game, put one hand left the controller and rested on his stomach. “Oh god my tummy is aching a bit, I think I need to go”. “Oh what but we’re nearly at the end of the game?” Max said. “I don’t mean I have to go, I mean I have to go” Ross said cryptically as he pointed down to his nappy. “Oh right, got to be honest Ross I’ve never done that before. Do you usually go number two in your nappies as well?” Max asked. “Oh of course, it feels so nice!” Ross explained. “But it’s a big step I guess for someone who’s never done it before. But I really need to poo do you mind if I do it right here? I can take the nappy off and go to the toilet if it makes you uncomfortable?”. Max pondered. He’d never tried it but he was kind of intrigued, but it would be pretty weird to watch someone mess themselves right infront of him. He carefully considered. “It’s okay you can do it if you want” Max confirmed. “Oh great, because I feel like I’m about to explode! You can watch if you want” Ross said as he shifted position once more and got on all fours on his bed, with his bum facing the TV. Max sat down beside him and leaned slightly so he could catch a glimpse of what was about to happen. Max heard a few quiet grunts from Ross and quickly set eyes on the back of his nappy. After a few seconds he saw movement at the back of the nappy as it ballooned slightly with a crackling sound before it fell slightly into the padding. “Ahhh that’s better” Ross said as he let out a very quiet fart signalling the end of his bowel movement. The smell of his poo immediately assaulted Max’s nostrils. “Sorry man but it’s a bit of a smelly one, must’ve been that Chinese I had last night!”. “Phew, yeah it’s okay don’t worry about it. How does it feel?” Max asked as he scrunched his nose. “It feels good. It’s like having a warm lump of mud on your bum” Ross said as one of his hands reached behind him and felt the load. “Your nappy is holding a lot!” Max said as he inspected further. “These nappies can take much more believe me!” Ross explained. “This is going to be a big clean up operation though it already feels super messy”. “Damn that must be the hardest thing, I probably should get going it’s getting on and I don’t want to intrude on your cleanup” Max explained as he looked at his watch. “Sure man that’s sound. Do you want to change your nappy here?” Ross asked as he slowly stood up, no doubt squishing his mess further. “You know what I’ll do it back at my dorm, I’ve got supplies” Max said. “Cool. You know what take these” Ross said as he waddled over to his wardrobe and handed Max a few different ABDL nappies. “Oh no these are expensive please” Max rejected. “I insist, also give me your phone and I’ll stick my number in. If you want to do this again just drop me a text” Ross said as he took Max’s phone from his hand and typed his number in as a new contact. “Yeah definitely. I’m just going to put my joggers back on and I’ll be out of your hair” Max said as he walked over to his bag and slid his joggers back up his legs. He glanced in the mirror next to him and could see his big wet nappy made his bum look very flat and big. “Don’t worry no one will be looking, unless they are one of us of course” Ross winked. “It’s only a short journey anyway” Max explained. “Damn it really does stink in here man, how do you deal with that?”. “It’s nothing Febreeze can’t fix!” Ross joked. They both laughed. “Good one! Right I’ll see you around I guess” Max said as they both shared a dap and Ross opened the door for him. “Yeah definitely see you later Max!” Ross waved. Ross watched Max walk down the corridor with a slight waddle. Max smiled as he let out another spurt of wee into his nappy while walking.

Just one of a few short stories I’m writing about random situations that pop into my head. Hope you enjoy! —————— “This is what you wanted remember” Flora said as she stopped at the red lights as she looked over at her boyfriend Jacob, sensing his nerves. They were a young couple but had been together for around 4 years and since meeting their kinky interests became stronger and stronger. Ever since Jacob revealed his abdl and sissy urges to his girlfriend, they had been indulging more and more and crescendoed into today. Jacob was dressed in his white Nike air force trainers, a pair of navy leggings, a baggy pale pink hoodie and a white cap. His semi-long brunette hair (something he had been growing out on Flora’s orders) flowed out from the back of his cap and his clean shaven face gave the impression of a feminine looking person, but if anyone looked close enough they’d probably realise he was in fact a man. What people may not notice was that he was wearing an ABU BunnyHopps nappy underneath his leggings. This wouldn’t be the first time Jacob went out in public padded, but it would be the first time he was out in public in girls clothes. This was the main reason for his nerves. “I know, I’m just nervous” Jacob responded. “You really don’t need to be. You just look like a shy young woman, I promise. But remember, you are in a nappy for a reason” Flora said as she pulled into the car park of their local train station. “Let’s just enjoy our little journey to the cinema okay? But I’m in charge okay?”. “Okay” Jacob said as he took off his seatbelt. “Good girl” Flora replied. Flora took Jacob’s hand and led him onto the platform. He was very self conscious and kept pulling down his hoodie to make sure his bum wasn’t showing as his nappy was bulging underneath his leggings and if anyone looked he was sure they could tell. After a 10 minute wait their train arrived and they sat down on a table seat in a relatively quiet carriage. “Thirsty?” Flora asked as she took off her backpack and pulled out a pink reusable bottle and held it out for Jacob to take. “No I’m okay thanks” Jacob replied looking at Flora. “Jacob baby remember I’m in charge? I want you to drink and stay hydrated” Flora insisted. Jacob conceded and took the bottle, undoing the lid and slurped the apple juice until it was two-thirds empty. “Good girl, I’m guessing you are hungry too. I’ve made your favourite - a ham and cheese roll. Here you go” Flora added as she undid the tin foil and passed the bread roll to Jacob. After a few minutes he had finished his food and he resumed staring blankly out the window. After a 20 minute journey they arrived at the small town where they had organised a cinema trip to go and see the new Captain Marvel movie. They exited the train station and crossed the road towards the entertainment complex. “Jacob I’ve got a little surprise for you. Not only are we going to the cinema I’ve also booked us to go ten pin bowling before!” Flora said as she tickled his palm while holding his hand. “That’ll be fun! Flora I’m a bit scared of people seeing my nappy” Jacob’s sheepishly replied. “Jacob we’ve been through this. Your leggings actually hide your nappy pretty well it just looks like you have a big bum. You know most girls would kill to have a bum as big as yours right?” Flora joked. Jacob just smiled and accepted her explanation, he did trust her. They arrived at the bowling alley and soon they were directed towards their lane. The lane to the right was empty but the lane to their left was occupied by two mums with their kids. Jacob had guessed they were between the ages of 8 and 10. “Ready Jacob?” I’ve put you to go first, may the best girl win!” Flora exclaimed as she swotted his bum, making a crinkly thud sound. Jacob turned red and gave her a stern look, with her just winking in reply. Jacob picked up a bowling ball and he slowly walked up to the lane and chucked the ball, trying his best not to bend over and reveal his nappied bum to the two mums in the lane next to them. As he walked away to look up at the screen and check how many pins he’d knocked over he saw the names Flora had entered into the machine. He saw the names ‘Flora’ and ‘Princess’. “Flora why didn’t you put my name in?” Jacob asked “I did! You are my princess so I thought it would be appropriate” Flora said as she pecked his cheek and grabbed a bowling ball. The competition was fierce and with only 3 sets left to go Jacob and Flora were neck and neck. As Jacob stood and watched his girlfriend launch a bowl down the alley he felt his bladder twinge and knew the inevitable was coming. He felt a small bit of excitement but mostly embarrassment at the thought of what was coming next. He remembered the rules and saw Flora walk back towards him. “Flora, I need to go to the potty” he said. “Okay princess. Is it a number one or a number two?” Flora whispered. “Number one. I need to do a wee wee” Jacob said, adhering to the rule Flora set which was to talk in a toddler ish vocabulary when needing the toilet. “What you are going to do is pick up a bowling ball and stand at the top of the lane. I then want you to stand with your legs apart and soak your nappy. When you turn back around and walk towards me I want you to lift your hoodie and visibly feel the front of your nappy so those ladies next to us see okay?” Flora explained. “Okay” Jacob agreed. He then carried out Flora’s plan to a tee, completely flooding his nappy with ease before bowling the ball. As he turned around he lifted his hoodie with one hand and grabbing the front of his nappy with the other. He kept eye contact with Flora but could see the two women to his right stare at him. Once he reached Flora he knew what he had to do next. “I’ve just wet myself mummy” he said loudly. “Oh dear, let me check your nappy” Flora said as she pulled down the top of his leggings releasing his wet nappy as she felt the front and back. “Oh dear it looks like you are a bit soggy, but once we are done here I’ll change you okay” Flora replied loudly, catching the attention of the two women in the lane next door who had shocked looks on their face. Both continued the game until Flora was declared the winner by a matter of a few pins. They left the bowling alley and headed towards the cinema. “Well done Jacob I’m proud of you, wasn’t that exciting!” Flora said as they entered the Odeon cinema. “It was, do you think the women saw?” Jacob replied. “They definitely saw your nappy, they looked so shocked!” Flora teased as Jacob went red. Flora collected their tickets from the automatic kiosk and they were scanned through to the main lobby. Jacob looked around and saw lots of girls and women, with some in Captain Marvel costumes. He couldn’t see more than five men, which meant he could blend in a bit. However, he was more self-conscious than ever was his nappy was now bigger and saggier than before thanks to his wetting in the bowling alley. “Popcorn or ice cream?” Flora asked. “Popcorn please!” Jacob replied. They both went to the counter and Flora ordered a large popcorn and coke for Jacob and a coffee for herself. She paid and then made their way to the screen where the film was being played. Flora has chosen seats in the back row. “Before you eat any of that popcorn I want you to drink all of that okay?” Flora ordered. Jacob nodded and began slurping the coke until it was completely empty. As a result his stomach felt bloated. “Well done, here’s your popcorn” Flora said as she passed it to him and he began munching. Jacob watched as the cinema filled up until it was full. Next to him was a teenage girl dressed in a full Captain Marvel costume and her mother sat next to her. As the trailers began to play, Flora nudged Jacob and passed him something. He couldn’t see because it was dark but as it was placed in his hands he knew what it was. “Flora do I really have to?” Jacob asked. “Yes, please put that in right now” Flora ordered. Jacob knew the consequences if he didn’t oblige so he reluctantly placed the pink dummy in his mouth and tentatively began sucking. He kept his eyes on the screen but quickly glanced at the teenager sat next to him, who confusingly stared back at him. He went red and quickly placed his eyes back on the screen. Around 30 minutes into the film he began to develop a tummy ache and soon it had developed into an ache he was all too familiar with. He took out the dummy and leaned towards Flora. “My tummy feels funny” he whispered. “Oh that will be the laxatives I put in your bread rolll earlier” Flora quietly said with an evil grin on her face. “You aren’t allowed to go yet though, I’ll nudge you and then you need to tell me what you need to do okay?”. Jacob nodded and continued watching the film. Another 20 minutes passed and the pain in his stomach became unbearable and to deal with it he sucked on his dummy intensely. Mercifully he felt a nudge from Flora and he quickly took out his dummy and leaned in again. “Flora, I need to go to the potty” he said, just like he did at the bowling alley. “What do you need to do princess?” Flora whispered. “I really really have to do a poo poo” Jacob replied. “Oh dear. Well I want you to put your dummy back in, lift your bottom off your seat and fill that nappy okay? Then you need to tell me what you’ve done” Flora explained. “Okay” Jacob replied. He put his dummy back in and grabbed the arm rests of his seat. Without hesitation he began pushing and a hot load exploded out of his bum with a crackle and it hit the back of his nappy. The poo was followed by a much softer sludge and a new stream of wee. After a few seconds he felt he was empty and with one final grunt he finished, and sat back down on his mess with a squelch. He once again leaned into Flora. “I’ve just done a poo poo, my nappy is messy” Jacob said in a babyish tone. “Phew I can smell as much. I’ll change you once the film is over okay princess?” Flora explained. He nodded and put his dummy back in. As the film came to a close he was acutely aware the whole cinema now smelled like faeces. He looked back at the girl next to him and he scrunched her nose and gave him a dirty look. He was so embarrassed but also so turned on at the same time. The film finally ended and the lights were turned back on. As they did Flora took his dummy out and put it back in her bag. “Stand up for me princess” Flora ordered. Jacob stood up and once he was on his feet he felt Flora cup the bottom of his nappy, confirming that there was a huge mess in the back of his nappy. It was still hot and cling onto his bum cheeks. “You’ve had a big accident princess, let’s go and get your nappy changed before we head home” Flora said, getting some weird looks by neighbouring cinema-goers. Jacob stayed quiet as they followed everyone out of the cinema. “Mum I think that girl shat herself during the film. She fucking stank out the whole place” the girl sat next to Jacob said as they re-entered the lobby. “I know I think they had a nappy on, and I also think it’s a boy” the girls mother whispered. Jacob was so embarrassed once again and it didn’t look like Flora had heard the conversation, she was too focused on directing them both to a toilet. She clocked the toilet signs across the lobby and walked Jacob across weaving between people. At this point Jacob was clearly waddling due to the huge load in his nappy. She guided him to the disabled toilet and she locked the door behind them. “Let’s get you changed you absolutely reek!” Flora said as she patted on the changing bench. He jumped up and further smudged the mess in his nappy. “Here we go. Smelly princess!” she teased as she pulled down his leggings and began to undo the straps on his nappy. After a few minutes Jacob was cleaned up and strapped into a new nappy, a Rearz Safari. This nappy was noticeably more padded than the previous nappy and it was plainly obvious he had a nappy on. However shockingly, Flora put the blue leggings in her bag and pulled out an alternative piece of clothing. “Stand up and let me get you into this” Flora said as she held out a white pleated skirt. “Umm okay, will that fit over my nappy?” Jacob asked tentatively. “Yes it will. Trust me okay?” Flora asked as he held up a leg and she pushed it up his legs and over the nappy. Jacob looked in the mirror and saw it did not reveal his nappy, but if he sat down he was sure people would see. “Let’s catch the train home okay? You’ve been a very good girl today” Flora said as she kissed him. He felt all warm inside and they both made their way back to the train station. As Jacob sat in his seat on the train, he pushed his skirt down over his legs to keep his nappy hidden. Flora noticed and tapped his knees, encouraging him to open his legs. Jacob did what she wanted and opened his legs, and by the look the man gave him sat opposite to him on the train, his nappy was on full show. And he loved it.

For those who have the option of having a partner change them. Is their a set time for each person to be changed. I'm normally changed a few times a day. Right after the morning bath right after comes home for the day, right before bedtime. Of course it may change if I have a accident during the day.

Meet Alice. An 19 years old college girl who, recently has been having some troubles with a slightly leaky bladder. Regular bathroom trips have frustratingly become the norm for her in recent times, as well as frequent sudden urges to go. Which when you're often stuck in a 90 minute class can be a problem.... The last thing she ever expected at her age was to be worried about peeing herself in class, it's the sort of thing she would of happily teased someone other unfortunate student for, but the reality is that the cute college chick now finds herself terrified that with her seemingly misbehaving bladder, she might end up doing what in her mind, would probably totally destroy her all so-important social life. Yesterday was the final straw. She had struggled with every fibre in her body to hold it until the end of class, trying desperately hard not to make her predicament obvious to the rest of her class, as she fought against her throbbing weak bladder. The only way she held it was to constantly remind herself of just how much it would ruin her life if she peed herself in front of everyone. Alice hated History any way, she didn't even know why she picked it. That stupid teacher Mr Slater would never let her leave from the moment the class started. Perhaps because of his perceived perception of her as being one of the more rebellious students in his class, which to be fair to him was probably justified. It was seemingly his way of trying to teach her some much needed discipline... The second her class was dismissed Alice literally ran down the hallway, barging past people. There were a few chuckles as some students noticed the pretty girl clutching between her legs. Eventually she made it into the girls toilets where she charged into one of the cubicles, however before she could even lock the door, or pull down her panties, her baby-like bladder decided to let go...... She stood frozen on the spot only a mere few inches away from the toilet , as if to add insult to injury, as she helplessly let out a huge gasp which was followed by a torrent of uncontrollable pee which gushed out from beneath her pleated skirt, quickly forming a large puddle which spread outside of the cubicle She felt like an embarrassed, un-potty trained child as the reality of what she had done set in, causing her make-up covered cheeks to instantly burn red. The puddle was huge, and there would be no mistaking what it was if someone came in and saw her stood there.. "No no no this can't be fucking happening" shouted the distraught girl as she looked at what she'd done, completely oblivious that she wasn't alone.... She soon heard some giggles from the stall next to her.....her heart instantly skipped a beat as a feeling of dread rushed through her....... In her desperate rush she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed there was someone in the next stall..... Whoever was in there obviously knew about Alice's accident. To be fair no one could of missed the sound of her pee hitting the floor though. It had been like someone putting a tap on full power and left it running for about 20 seconds... Looking down Alice almost died when she saw her accident had crept under the partition wall and into the cubicle the other girl was in...... Knowing now that the girl could potentially ruin her if she knew who she was, Alice, in a complete panic thought hard about what to do. Then she heard a voice.... "Oh dear looks like someone needs some pampers, did Mommy not put one on you this morning little one?" came the condescending voice of the laughing girl Alice fought hard to hold back the tears in her eyes.... Judging by the horrible rough voice the cruel words had been spoken in, Alice thought she recognised the voice as a girl called Lisa Phillips. This was bad news. She was a rather large girl known not to be backward in coming forward. Probably something to do with her own shortcomings, she wasn't afraid to try and bring other people down if she had a chance. If she found out it was Alice, she knew news of her accident would be common knowledge by tomorrow morning.... She decided that she now had two options.. 1. Wait it out until Lisa leaves and hope to god she doesn't wait for her outside or go and get her friends..... which knowing her would probably be extremely wishful thinking... Or 2. Just grab her bag and get the hell out of there before Lisa has a chance to come out of the cubicle and see her..... A concerned Alice examined her skirt realising to her surprise it was pretty much dry, and her shoes had also avoided being soaked. Visually she felt relieved there were actually no signs of her having just peed herself. She knew her expensive blue Victoria's Secret panties were obviously completely soaked, but no one need ever to know about that. She would just stick them straight in the washing machine when she got home. Suddenly, panic set in...........as she heard a click from the stall next to her. Meaning the cubicle door had been unlocked......... Without any time to think, Alice knew she had to act quickly. She grabbed her bag, swung the cubicle door open and ran, with her hands on her head to cover her face.... She bolted for the exit door trying to catch Lisa by surprise, who hadn't expected her to quickly run away. She managed to catch a glimpse of the running Alice from the side and back as she saw her dash for the door, with the girls hands trying to cover her face and her dark brunette coloured hair flying all over the place.... Alice quickly made herself disappear into the crowds, as the toilets were fortunately situated right by the college main entrance, and thankfully it was now home time, meaning what looked like half the college were either stood waiting for friends or headed home for the day.... Lisa charged out of the toilets hoping to get a better look at who the panty pisser was but felt disappointed to be met with nothing but crowds of students walking about.... The question is, did she, or did she not get a good enough look to know which college girl had just had a little pee pee accident?

Market Research I’d been doing the occasional bit of Market Research for the past few years. It helped supplement my pension and the lady who owned the company was very nice keeping me in mind for several major studies and investigations. Hillary Crown Partnership was the name of her company and the lady herself was a nice middle-aged woman who looked after her clients very well. I’d been involved in some wonderful campaigns and had occasionally seen the result of those campaigns appear on TV advertising a few months or years later on. Of course it wasn’t all just reviewing brands for Supermarkets, or looking at what advert appeals to which section of the public, no, I’d been involved in political focus groups and assorted things I’d had to sign an NDA (None Disclosure Agreement) to even be considered for participation. Yes it was always very special when I got a call from Hillary and she might hint at the assignment, which was always tempting for me as I had precious little else going on in my life. My partner Sam died nine years ago and I had no family and very few friends, we’d lived a pretty cellular life that perhaps a hermit would have been proud of. Anyway, after his death and the opportunity to be involved in this Market Research business came along, I jumped at the chance to give me something, even just occasionally, to cling on to. * This one I’m about to undertake is another of those ‘secret’ campaigns where a NDA was required before I could even be considered. Hillary had said that it was aimed at the ‘over 65s’ and she thought I’d be an ideal contributor. Now, I’m actually 71 but I flatter myself I can get away with being in my late 50s, but I could just be fooling myself. However, one or two people have commented on the fact I don’t look my age and appear younger so if nothing else it’s boosted my ego. I put it down to never having children but who’s to say? Having said that, I do have an occasional heart flutter, the rheumatoid arthritis makes my knees ache on a wet day, my fingers lack too much manipulation so I now can only write in a spidery scrawl, I’m slightly incontinent (especially at night) and I’m on the verge of Type 2 diabetes, so, nothing to write home about. Oh, except, I still have a full head of hair. I had to fill in a questionnaire before the meeting but Hillary had insisted it was most important that our answers were as truthful as possible. It was mainly a sort of a walk down memory lane. Our favourite music, movie, holiday and various other memory related questions. They also asked us to make a short video of ‘a typical day’. I sent a very short one of me in my pyjamas getting up, making a pot of tea and telling whoever would be viewing it to rewind and play three more times and then I went back to bed. I thought it was fun (though unfortunately truer than I meant it to be) and hoped they’d get the gag. They did and I was accepted onto the research programme, although for what wasn’t disclosed except it was for the benefit of the elderly. Which I thought was a good planning strategy as that was an ever increasing number of the population. * There were twenty of us that congregated in Meeting Room 1 (the largest) at a hotel in town. Surprisingly, the people who greeted us were all quite young and had that well-groomed look that we of a certain age and disposition quite liked. Their attitude was both welcoming and friendly and there was tea, coffee and biscuits available throughout what was supposed to be a one hour ‘introductory event’. For our participation we’d receive a ‘thank you’ of £60 (about the going rate) but as the programme progressed, if you were still involved then more would be on offer. Just what the final amount might be was kept under wraps. I was amazed at the cross-section of us old age pensioners (OAP) that they’d gathered. Of course I didn’t know anyone but a few were already chatting to each other as if they’d known each other all their lives, whilst I sat quietly on the outskirts just watching the interaction. Ben, or so it said on his badge, which incidentally we were all wearing to identify ourselves, sidled up and asked if I was okay. “Fine, fine, just not used to so many old people all in one place.” I shrugged. “Not one for bingo then,” he joked. I gave him one of my wry and knowing grimaces and hoped he’d understand. Now this may sound silly, and maybe it is, but in my head I don’t feel like a seventy-one year old. Yes, even with all the accompanying aches and pains I just don’t see myself the age I am. Since Sam died I’ve let my mind wander and many times I’ve enjoyed being childish, watching kids TV programmes and I even bought myself a LEGO set, which I actually enjoy building up. Another, possibly sad fact is, since Sam died, I sleep with a three foot tall teddy bear which I call Sammy. I also wear protection because, as I’ve implied, I can be slightly incontinent. But enough about my proclivities, as soon as I’m with other oldies, and they’re talking about families and grand-kids, I feel weird because I’m not part of that ‘team’, I’m on the loners team and then that’s what makes me feel old. I can’t quite explain it but suddenly a gloom and inevitability of impending death surrounds me and I... well... it’s just a peculiar feeling. “Not one for social groups then?” Ben enquired with his practised professional gentle interrogation. “Not really, hate small talk and general jibber-jabber... sorry.” “No, no, we know this isn’t for everyone and to be honest, that’s the kind of feedback we’re after.” I looked at him suspiciously because I know from past research groups I’ve been involved with, that is just what they want – loads and loads of opinions and feedback. If you don’t talk or have an opinion you’re generally no use to them and you don’t get asked back. “Oh well, I’ll try and be forthcoming in my assessment of whatever it is your company is offering.” I smiled my usual non-committal smile and he just patted my shoulder and disappeared. Meanwhile, I went over, got myself a cup of tea and a couple of custard creams and wondered back to find a seat for the start of the meeting. * Ben, Sabrina, Asim, Angela and Cordulla where the five young people who were our leaders as, after we all introduced ourselves, we were broken up into groups of four with one of them keeping the research questions on track. Ben was in charge of my little group of two males and two females. I didn’t mind but wondered if, as I’m gay and there were quite a few ‘related’ questions, if I’d be inhibited from answering ‘honestly’. The questionnaire was the basis so we started easily enough - what sort of feelings did our favourite music, movie or memory evoke. We had a wide selection of tastes in music so wasn’t sure the research group would get much from that but the two ladies, Joan and Greta’s favourite movies were RomComs (I can’t remember the titles), the other chap’s was Ben Hur and mine was Home Alone. We all then looked to see the reaction of Ben (not Hur). He had that practised and understanding smile on his face, he wasn’t giving anything away. Anyway, that part was informal but then we went onto what were our feelings about getting old. The two old ladies said they didn’t mind as they had between them a family of ten children, ten grandchildren and two great grandchildren and it was they that kept them ‘young at heart’. The other guy, Douglas, who was seventy six, was a bit like me, less forth-coming but was also alone, although he’d been married to Hilda for over forty-four years and had three grown-up kids he rarely saw... them having moved to different parts of the country. He said in a less than candid moment he was just waiting for death as he hated being alone in his big house. When Ben asked if he’d ever thought about selling up and moving into sheltered housing he looked glum and said no - it was where his memories were. I heard the two ladies sigh at this revelation and, from the comments made; I could see they were determined to get a little group together to help support him. For me, I said that, as we lived a less than conventional life, Sam and I were used to being alone so, being alone now didn’t worry me. I’m not sure if they knew I was lying but there were nods and sighs from our little quintet. To be honest there’s many a night when I can let myself get so depressed the last thing I want is to wake up in the morning. Of course I do and, after changing if I’ve got a wet nappy to deal with, try and think of things to occupy myself, which often is little more than watching TV or listening to my collection of albums. Sometimes the music of my youth can get me quite excited at memories of past concerts and festivals I attended with mates or with Sam, but then I just wish he was still with me and I get all maudlin. Even as the others were talking I slipped back to memories I had of the two of us together. It wasn’t easy being a gay couple at the beginning of our relationship but thankfully it did get easier. Although we were not in the forefront of Gay Rights, we both contributed what we could. * We were in our mid-twenties when we met, Sam was older by a couple of years. I’d lived abroad for a few years and it was whilst there I realised how gay I was. There were quite a few ‘experimentations’ – some loving, some painful and some downright kinky (or so I thought in my naiveté) although now they just seem like a sort of ‘rites of passage’. After working for a couple of years straight from school, and being bored out of my mind, I went to join my brother who was a volunteer teacher in Africa. My idea was to spend a couple of weeks over Christmas with him and then hitch from where he was based down to Cape Town and possibly get a job on ship or yacht to take me to my next (unknown) destination. I wanted adventure and decided if I didn’t do it now, then I’d never do it. So resigned my job, checked my bank account and said farewell to mum and hoped for the best. I don’t suppose it’s something many people do these days, the world has got a lot more dangerous, but back then, it wasn’t so bad. As I said, I met quite a few people on my journey and fairly early on, in the back of a bar in Bulawayo, my naïve young cock was sucked by a forty-odd year-old farmer called Wilf who invited me back to stay overnight. Despite my doubt (and terror) about the prospect he was so insistent that after a few beers I accepted his offer. That night I lost my virginity... more than once if that’s possible. We were in the middle of nowhere, his house was nothing but a shack, so my screams as I was introduced to the ‘pleasures’ of anal went unheard... except possibly by some local wild animals, which if I remember correctly were also howling loudly as they had sex. Of course, the first time is rarely forgotten even if you’ve tried to bury it as deep as possible, it will still bounce back to haunt you. However, as I remembered that night yet another occasion came flooding back when I was in a different town and somehow I’d become the object of a local celebrity’s attention. That wasn’t as special as it sounds because the populous was so small, and where everyone knew everyone else (and their business) a new face was bound to attract attention. Now, although he was much older (mid to late fifties) I was flattered and as he was nice, polite and promised nothing untoward would happen (and I’d been hitch-hiking and living in a small pup-tent for a few weeks so was desperate for a hot bath) I took up his offer. Okay, so, despite having had a couple of ‘experiences’ on my hitch-hiking journey up to that point, I wouldn’t say I was an expert and still unbelievably unsophisticated. After a wonderful hot shower in his luxurious bathroom I returned to find he’d set out on the bed some fresh items of clothing for me to wear. He sat there beaming as he invited me over to join him and I was convinced he wanted my bum because of the eager smile I received as I arrived wearing only a towel. At that time in my life there were no love handles or anything but soft to firm young muscles but even softer skin. As a naïve, five foot eight and ‘cute’ twenty year old, with flowing curly blond hair and ‘lovely green eyes’ (said to me by a girl who was desperate to get into this then eighteen year old’s pants) there was an innocence to me that others found very attractive. However, he patted the bed next to him and invited me to lie out on a soft foam pad that was there. It had cute little characters and was plainly something for a baby or toddler and had some white cotton material draped over it. The thing is, and I’m sorry if you think I lacked any gumption at all, but I felt I owed him something for offering me a place to stay for a couple of days (which is what he suggested) so thought “Why not”? Astonishingly, he flipped the towel away and poured oil onto my crotch and gently rubbed it in. Then shook baby powder all over the same area and put me in pre-prepared folds of material, which he pulled up between my legs and fastened into place. Now I was stunned because I had reacted, well my dick had, to his gentle caress but was struck dumb and wasn’t sure what to do as he rubbed my hardening cock through the fabric... though only for a few seconds. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” He smiled as he gently made sure the material fitted around me perfectly. I wasn’t but my cock didn’t know that and I just didn’t know what to do. I was wearing a thick white terry fabric nappy and he was cooing at me as if I was a little baby. I lay there mortified... that is until he blew a huge raspberry on my powdered tummy and that set me off giggling. After that he had me parading around his home wearing just the nappy, which he said brought back happy memories for him. He never explained what those memories were. Now, the outcome of this encounter was that I ended up staying with him for a week and the only stipulation was that I wore a nappy the entire time. As it was hot most of the time I wore shorts, which he liked as they were quite short (as was the fashion at the time), so I wasn’t fooling anyone if I’d try to deny anything... the bulge and the obvious fabric occasionally on show below my shorts leg giving the game away. Thankfully, no one made much in the way of nasty comments and I did get quite a number of similar offers from gentlemen of a certain age. I suppose I looked cute, perhaps even stunning and for some unknown reason didn’t actually mind the attention. His house was fantastic, he treated me with kindness and understanding and when we were alone and not meeting his very influential friends, who all seemed to know the deal; even if I pretended I didn’t, he never once suggested or instigated having sex. Kenneth was his name and although there was no sex there were plenty of hugs. He just loved patting the thick padding and hugging me tightly and say stuff like “Oh Gordy, sweetness, you don’t know just what you’re doing for me.” He just wanted a ‘boy’ he could look after and I quickly found, curling up in his arms on a night, watching TV and sucking juice or milk from a bottle quite a lovely experience. He liked me to wet my padding though wasn’t keen on any messing, although at one point did say that if I wanted to he wouldn’t mind. The thought of walking around anywhere with a full nappy I thought was quite disgusting so avoided that as much as possible. Except, one morning (the night before we’d had a very hot curry and I hadn’t taken to it) I didn’t get to the toilet in time and between the bedroom and the bathroom, my bowel decided it needed urgent emptying. I was very embarrassed though he took it in his stride and had me cleaned up and in another nappy with what seemed like practised ease. As a child you don’t necessarily remember the times mummy or daddy or someone changes your messy nappy but at twenty it certainly left an impression. At the time I kept telling myself how wrong this was but back then I was a ‘people pleaser’ and often put other’s needs before my own. I thought he was a strange and pervy bastard when I recounted this story to anyone else, but in truth, he was as gentle and as loving as anyone I’d ever known. Certainly compared to that painful first night in Bulawayo... I was still feeling sore a good week after I hitch-hiked out of that town. Anyway, when I returned back to the UK, I nervously called in at the town’s only gay pub and saw Sam in the middle of a group of guys and they were laughing and joking... * With that memory I welled-up but tried to hide it from the others in our small focus group. That image of my young and handsome boyfriend, later, many years later, to become my Civil Partner, holding the entire group in hilarious rapture as he told one of his many, many amusing anecdotes to me he was like a beacon. I may have had some experience of reacting to people but I’d never felt such a rush of emotion as I watched him time and time again reduce his audience into fits of laughter. He saw me sitting alone and came over and dragged me protesting into that group. Up until then it was the best night of my life. After a few weeks of seeing him in the pub I eventually dared ask him out to a party that one of the lads was holding. He agreed and when we arrived at the student’s hall of residence where it was being held, and at the specified time, we were the first ones there. Under a fairly inactive glitter-ball we stole our first nervous kiss and, after another fifteen minutes when still no one else arrived he suggested we go back to his place and have a party of our own. That night was the next best night ever. He taught me not to rush things, I taught him... “And what about you Gordon?” I came out of my reflections to see Ben and the other’s looking at me and waiting on my reply. I had no idea what the question had been. “Sorry, sorry, just, erm... you know...uuummm...” “That’s alright Gordon we know that we’re dragging up memories and sometimes they are more important than what we’re talking about.” He nodded as if he understood so I nodded back and gave my full attention. * Later, when the hour was up and Ben was thanking everyone for their attendance, just as I was about to shuffle out he asked me to stay behind for a moment as there was something he wanted to ask about on my questionnaire. The two ladies had taken to Doug and as they exited looked back at me with warm smiles and said they hoped they’d answered all the questions correctly and added to the research. Ben was full of praise for their contributions. “Okay, Gordon, I’m sure this isn’t what you might have imagined.” He looked a bit nervous as he spoke, “But we’d like you to go on to the next round of interviews... if you’d like to of course.” “Well, to be honest, I’m not sure what you gleaned from what you’ve just heard. I mean there were no products discussed, no advertising campaign, no....” “You’re correct of course,” he interrupted, “but we are planning something which we hope will be for the benefit of some members of the elderly... but we need people like you to help.” He touched my arm as if he was imploring me to continue. “Of course, there is an extra bonus if you do continue AND, if you complete the course, you will be one of the first to benefit from our programme. “What’s the programme?” “Ah, that’s just the trouble... I can’t tell you just yet but I can promise you this... it is revolutionary.” “When would you want me to start?” “Well, if you’re doing nothing at the moment then we can start immediately.” He seemed excited to offer this option. It was true I had nothing else on and could quite happily sink another tea and a few biscuits but thought for a few moments longer before I agreed. “Oh, that’s fantastic Gordon, you won’t regret this.” Ben seemed relieved. He pointed to another room further down the hall and there were just one other person sat at the table with a menu.” “What’s all this?” I enquired. “Well, I thought we might all get to know you and Elsie here a little better over lunch. What do you say?” “Are there no others joining us?” “Let’s just say, at the moment, you two are the only ones who made it to take part in the next phase.” I suppose they wanted us to feel we were special and I saw Elsie straighten her back and wiggled demurely as if to prove that they were correct in their assumption. Yes indeed, Elsie knew she was special. So eighteen down and it was just us two but we still had no idea what on Earth we were selected for. The only thing they kept insisting is that it was for the benefit of the elderly and that we’d proved, by our open answers so far, to be the type of people they would need for this to progress any further. So, although it appeared to make little sense I was happy to get a free lunch anytime so happily sat down and perused the proffered menu. I thought I might struggle with the steak so settled on Salmon – lime and coriander coated crumbs in a light soy sauce - or some such thing. I thought I was going to enjoy the next stage if they were going to feed us so royally. The five of them, and the two of us sat around the table and they seemed happy to let us reminisce as much as we liked “After all,” they reminded us, “this was what the programme was all about.” However, we still had no idea what that was... though lunch was superb. ** tbc

The Suit I just started grammar school; surprisingly passing the exams, which neither of my two older brothers did, so was regarded by my family as a bit of an oddity, but a good one. This was something special, for the first time ever, one of the family going to grammar school. Mum and dad said they were so proud of me. Had I peaked at eleven years old? We didn’t have much money but mum was so thrilled she couldn’t wait to take me to get my new school uniform. I already had grey shorts and socks but needed a new school blazer with the badge that meant so much, together with the correct school tie and cap. It came to a small fortune but mum and dad scraped the bottom of whatever barrels we had in order to pay for this fine achievement. Getting ready for my first day I was so nervous but mum said, as she passed me a freshly ironed shirt, she couldn’t believe her ‘little sweetheart’ was going to such a prestigious academy. She seemed more excited than I was as she added both her and dad couldn’t have been more delighted about my success because of what the future now held. They both firmly believed that this type of education was a guarantee of future accomplishment. # The housing estate we lived on was very working class and although there were bound to be others my age who had passed their exam, I didn’t know anyone. My brothers, and all their friends, went to the local secondary school so I was a bit of an anomaly. Most of the families were just about getting by, some a lot worse than we were, so I knew mum and dad were probably sacrificing quite a lot to let me go to this particular ‘elite’ place of education. # My first day at ‘big school’ was quite daunting. Most of my class were, like me, wearing shorts but a few eleven year olds had made the leap into long trousers. I was surprised as I thought we would all be wearing the same uniform. Mum had said that for the first couple of years, the rule was that ‘junior’ boys should wear shorts. Obviously this wasn’t true, and though it didn’t click in my mind at the time, the reason I stayed in shorts was simply because I was still growing and we hadn’t enough money to buy such ‘extras’. My older brothers at their school were wearing long trousers but, as they grew out of them, first Joe who then handed them down to Geoff, they were really in no fit state as hand-me-downs for me. However, like a lot of the kids on the estate, it’s how I ended up with most of my clothes. In fact, my new blazer, tie and cap were about the only new thing that I possessed that were mine alone. Their trousers with worn out knees through general wear and tear made them almost useless for anything other than cutting down and converting to ‘playing out’ shorts. Mum had gotten to be a dab hand at sewing and patching stuff up but even she couldn’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear, and certainly not for her boy in grammar school. Although only three and two years (respectively) older than me, my rough and tumble brothers, Joseph and Geoffrey, were big boys for their age, whereas I’d maintained a small stature like mum, they had gained dad’s genes and had grown a lot quicker than me. As a result, I had an abundance of shorts, which not surprising for my size always fit. I wasn’t going into long trousers for some time yet… not with money being at a premium and two brothers who also needed clothes for school as well as everything else. Whilst I was wearing shorts at least I looked as smart as any other new boy in class. Patched up long trousers just wouldn’t do. As there were others in the same boat as me, I wasn’t that bothered about wearing shorts. Because, when I’d arrive back home from school I always changed out of my uniform and into something more scruffy and relaxed, which generally meant a different pair of shorts and jumper. I was still the youngest (and smallest) of the family so got all my clothes from my older brothers. I was used to wearing hand-me-downs so it didn’t worry me. The thing was they were still growing teenagers whereas I seemed to have slowed down with my growth spurt so all new clothing was aimed at them. # However, on a different subject, with grammar school came homework, and proper homework, not like you’d get at junior school. I didn’t like it and found it difficult to sustain any interest in doing work away from class. Even when my older brothers tried to help me… I was hopeless. The teachers at the academy were a fierce bunch of old men in gowns who terrified me and my real ability became apparent, I lacked any great talent for learning. At my earlier schools the teachers had been friends and very supportive, but now, well it was down to me to work, and work hard, to produce results. Not that the teachers were bad, in fact, they were very good, it was just that you were left to prove, improve and motivate yourself. It just wasn’t me. I’m sure the teachers were encouraging in their own way but I suppose I just wasn’t ready for such a dramatic change in what was now expected of me. I guess I was just a bit lazy and had no idea how I came to pass the exam in the first place. There were around a hundred of us inducted that year and we were divided into Forms 1a, 1b and 1c, I wasn’t by any means the worst but I was left in the lower half of the class… and I was in the bottom section for my age. # About six months into term I woke up one Monday morning and I was wet through. I’d had a homework assignment over the weekend that I just couldn’t seem to get a handle on and I’d been dreaming about how my teachers would react to such a “stupid boy”. My night time worries had become very apparent as I gingerly got up and had to tell mum what had happened. When she saw me standing in the kitchen in soaked pyjamas and a very worried look on my face she seemed sympathetic but also a little saddened. She had hoped that I’d bloom at this school, which was very well regarded, but I really was in fear of the strict teachers even though, as yet, I’d not fallen foul of any of them. It was just the shear dread of what might happen rather than any actual experience. Although mum had to dash off to work she stripped my bed, turned the mattress and opened the windows to air things out. She said that she’d sort everything else out by the time I got home from school but in the meantime, just to do the best I could. She also insisted that I had a really good wash as she didn’t want me to go to school smelling of pee. # Mum worked part-time at Boots the Chemist, whilst dad worked as a warehouse stockman for one of the big supermarket chains. Neither were extravagantly paid jobs but they both worked hard to give us kids whatever they could. I may have dressed in old clothes but we never went hungry or shoeless… and I didn’t have parents who drank their way through any problems. # I pulled on my uniform, checked that my shoes were shiny; the school masters were very insistent that shoes should always gleam. We had regular inspections to make sure we kept up to a certain level of cleanliness, hairstyle, hygiene and our uniforms should be well maintained. If you faltered in any of these areas a terse and awkward letter from the headmaster would be sent to your parents – standards had to be upheld at all times - this included any time your wore the uniform whether in school time or not. All this ‘pressure’ was weighing heavily on my shoulders. Other kids at school seemed to revel in this new responsibility and not being treated as thoughtless adolescents, whilst it simply scared me. Meanwhile, after what appeared to have been only a few weeks, I was one of the few boys in my class still wearing shorts, which of course only added to the fact that I didn’t feel grown-up compared to those who were in long trousers. Out of the three classes, there were still less than twenty of us in our grey school shorts, the rest having ‘graduated’ into long trousers. We who were still wearing shorts felt under duress to conform but not all families (like mine) had the wherewithal to make that financial leap. Occasionally some of the older boys, and those in my class with self-confidence, commented on the fact that, being on the short side, I looked like I still belonged in junior school and hadn’t quite made the grade to senior level. With short grey school shorts revealing my hairless bare legs, slim diminutive figure, floppy dark brown hair and still quite babyish soft features, I probably did look exactly as they described. # At night, as I slept, whatever the reason, all this was getting to me in some way and I woke up soaked every morning. Thankfully, after that first wet night, mum had put a plastic sheet on my bed to protect the mattress. After my third wet night she’d managed to get a discount on nappies from her work place and after that, I spent every night tightly pinned into them as I slept. There were tears and I tried my best to reject the inevitable but both my parents said it was for the best, so that was me… sunk. This helped with the wet bed (though not soaked nappies) but did nothing for my self-esteem and my brothers, being brothers (Geoffrey 14, Joseph 15), took great delight in making sure that their ‘clever’ little brother knew he was nothing more than a dumb, pissy little baby. If they’d ever shown resentment at mum’s pride in my getting to grammar school that soon disappeared as they saw I was unable to cope and had become almost incontinent. They appeared almost gleeful in my decent into becoming a bed wetter. Mum had a catalogue from which she bought most of our clothes in instalments and they would often leave it open at the infants page, circling prams, onesies and baby’s plastic pants. As it was, thanks to her work at the chemist, mum had brought home a pack of twelve adolescent fabric nappies and a few pairs of very strong rubber pants that she’d been assured by the company were leak-proof and odour-free. These were to become the defence that kept my bed dry and the damp contained as I slept. They were smooth and glossy to the touch but gripped my waist and legs like a vice. They didn’t hurt, the thick rubber saw to that, but they were heavy and together with a well-padded nappy, were a force to be reckoned with. However, they did work very well and my small bedroom (my brothers shared a much larger bedroom) didn’t smell of pee. My nappies, plastic pants and various creams were kept away from their prying eyes, whilst mum and dad made sure I was well shielded every night in my heavy protection. As you can tell, things were getting worse and try as I might, my body was behaving badly and there seemed very little I could do to control it. # However, mum did tell me that soon I’d be getting my first suit. Not a hand-me-down, one that Auntie Annie, mum’s auntie, was getting made especially for me. She knew I was growing up and wanted to get something that was just for me… something to celebrate securing a place at grammar school. I was so excited I badgered mum to give me details. All she said was that I’d have it before my twelfth birthday and that auntie mentioned it was blue. So, despite having to wear nappies at night, I was finally going to be treated as a grown-up and have my own clothes. # Auntie Annie is my mother’s auntie who, together with her husband Bill, had taken in mum when she was a girl after her mother had died. Her father was a hopeless drunk and couldn’t cope with his young daughter’s grief along with his own, so Annie, his sister, had stepped in to help. Aunt Annie and Uncle Bill had all but adopted mum and she lived with them until she married and left home. I never knew Uncle Bill, he’d died long before I was born. However, Auntie Annie was my favourite relative and since being a little baby, I’d always spent time with her. Even as I got older and more independent, I would still visit her as often as I could… and sometimes stay over to keep her company. # Unfortunately, before the suit arrived I had an enormous set-back at school; I accidently wet my pants in the middle of a science lesson. Sorry to say, I drifted off as the teacher spoke about chemical symbols, and in that few moments of total relaxation my bladder gave way and a river of stored pee exited and covered the front of my shorts. Barry Turner, who I was sitting next to, couldn’t believe his eyes as the dark grey stain spread across my shorts and a trickle of pee ran down my leg. He was quick to notify everyone in class and the teacher, realising he had one very damp eleven year old, gave me permission to go and see the school matron. Now I’m not sure if this was something that regularly happened at the academy but judging by the verdict from my classmates, it was both a funny and diabolical thing to have happen. I slouched, undignified from the chemistry lab, down several flights of stairs to matron’s room. On the way I tried to conceal my obvious stain but it was too large for my tiny hand to completely hide. Two older boys I passed on the stairs smiled before I heard a huge guffaw once there were a couple of floors separating us. I couldn’t have been more embarrassed, well I thought not, until I knocked on matron’s door. # She looked aghast, shook her head and told me to take off my shorts. I was reluctant to do anything but too afraid of any form of authority in this place, and she was definitely scary, so I did what I always did when authority spoke, just as I was told. I stood there holding my wet grey school shorts and offered them to her. My sodden underpants sagged a little and she looked perplexed. “And those,” she said pointing to the droopy white cotton. She passed me a thin cotton towel and told me to dry myself, whilst she busied herself sorting stuff in a cupboard. I checked to make sure I hadn’t wet my shirt, although one of my socks was also soaked with pee, but I didn’t want to draw attention to that fact. Once relatively dry I stood waiting for whatever it was matron had decided I needed. She’d pulled out a few items, which I couldn’t quite make out what they were, and then went over to the phone on her desk and dialled a number. It was the contact number for mum and after a few intermediaries she eventually answered. Matron told her what had happened and asked if she could come and collect me. There was more of a conversation and I saw matron listening intently occasionally murmuring a “Yes “or an “I see” ending with a “Yes, please bring those”. # It felt strange standing all but naked in the middle of the office but after a couple of minutes (which seemed like an eternity) eventually she finished and confirmed that mum would pick me up shortly (45 minutes) and that in the meantime I’d have to wait with her. Matron checked I’d dried myself properly and then, much to my surprise, fluffed out a large disposable and told me to sit on her table so she could put me in it. My half-hearted protest was dismissed as she took complete charge and had efficiently taped me up in a matter of moments. “I can’t have you sitting around with no clothes on, and, as I don’t know if you might wet again, this is my solution.” She wasn’t being unkind but I was a little tearful that a boy my age (at grammar school no less), had been reduced to wearing a thick nappy. The fact that I was already regarded as a ‘little kid’ by some of my fellow students made my situation worse. Word would be all around the school about my wet incident and I could feel my standing in the school yard, although not great, would be taking a dive. She checked that the disposable fitted correctly and then pulled my shirt down as best she could to hide the bulky mass. She slipped my wet clothes into a plastic bag and handed them back. “Sorry about this, I know you’ll be feeling a little anxious but I don’t have…” She appeared to have an idea and went off to check on something else. The padding was pleasant and in all honesty I was quite grateful to be out of sopping pants, but, as I sat waiting for her return I was too embarrassed to admit to matron that I’d recently begun to wear a nappy at night… although in retrospect, perhaps mum had mentioned that fact in her brief conversation. She came back triumphantly holding a pair of white nylon gym shorts. “I thought there might be something in the lost property box… here… put these on.” I squeezed myself into them but it was difficult. They would probably fit had I not had such a cushion around my groin but with such thick padding I struggled. Matron looked on somewhat pleased with herself being able to find something to spare my blushes. However, she told me that under normal circumstances I’d be sent straight back to class but as this was an ‘exceptional’ event, I should sit in her outer office, read and wait for mum to arrive. # It wasn’t like a doctor’s waiting room with games for kids and out of date magazines for older folk, this one had two plastic chairs, wasn’t particularly warm and had glass windows where anyone walking down the corridor could look in. I sat slightly demoralised holding onto my plastic bag and wishing mum would hurry up. Matron must have taken sympathy on me as she came out of her office and handed me a very old copy of the Beano comic. For a couple of minutes it held my attention until the end of lesson bell rang and the entire school moved around to their next class. Several people walked or hurried down the corridor and past matron’s window. For those who had eyes to see, there I was, sat in the briefest of shorts, a disposable clearly jutting down the leg-holes and with me reading a particularly childish comic. Of course it only occurred to me how stupid I looked after everyone had gone to their respective classrooms and I took stock. I hadn’t quite realised how much of the nappy was visible as I’d been engrossed in the cartoon capers and shuffled around getting comfy on the plastic chair, my tight little shorts had become very revealing. A huge sigh escaped my lips as I wondered if anything worse could happen. # tbc #

The Train Journey The young man boarded the train; it was only to journey to the next town, which would, with occasional station stops, take a little less than half an hour. All the seats were taken apart from one opposite a much older man but, as it was also a window seat, he took it before his chance to sit for the entire trip was taken by another passenger. He smoothly glided into his seat and caught the eye of his fellow passenger who nodded politely with the trace of a smile. They sat for a while until they both heard the whistle blow and the train slowly begin to leave the station. The older man smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to his follow traveller as it stuttered to a start and then slowly began to roll away from the platform. He’d noticed as the lad (for in his aged eyes that’s really what the young man looked like), the slight rustling sound as he sat down and the smooth bulky shape to his bum and crotch. The older man knew immediately that the nice young person opposite was wearing padding. The young man had brought nothing with him, not even ear-buds, to while away the time so interested himself in the view as the outside passed by. This gave the older man a little more time to scrutinise his much younger tripper. He noticed that the young man (boy in his book) looked, at a push, to be in his early twenties. His facial hair was bitty and not very consequential and spoiled an otherwise cute, blemish-free face. His hair was an untidy mop but suited him and had small hands with well-manicured fingers. He didn’t look particularly sporty, but that could have been because of the loose green fleece he was wearing, though his pale brown chinos tightened as he sat in place and displayed the sweet bulge at his padded crotch. A smile danced in the older man’s head as he began to think of starting a conversation with his journeyman (boy). He thought he’d be direct and hope for the best. “Excuse me young man,” the older man tried to get the lad’s attention. It took a couple of whispered starts before acknowledging he was being spoken to. His mother hadn’t brought him up to be an ignoramus or blank the older generation but he really just wanted his own thoughts for the journey. He was already out of his comfort zone wearing what he was wearing and although he was enjoying the feeling and his own bravery of being out and about in public, he was still a little apprehensive about the entire trip. This was his first time dressed as he was and it had taken a great deal of soul-searching and several attempts before he’d been brave enough to slip into something he’d wanted to do for ages. A new store was having its grand opening in the next town over and was offering a ‘special edition’ t-shirt to the first one hundred customers. It wasn’t that he was obsessed with t-shirts but had used the excuse to exit the house so his parents didn’t see what he was wearing, just in case they noticed something different. His nerves had been jangling from the moment he’d got up and decided that this was going to be the day. The pack of disposables he’d purchased online had arrived over a month ago but had still been too scared to wear them but... today was that day. Taping himself into the plasticky padding and feeling the warm hug as they’d tightened the material around him had been both wonderful but terrifying in case of discovery. He was lucky, no one saw, and to make sure no one did he wanted to exit the house as quickly as possible, sure that once he was away from his parents surveillance no one else would be aware. Anyway he was wearing what he was wearing now and was safely on his way to another town where no one knew him. He’d loved the feeling as he’d walked to the station and had enjoyed the sweet rustling sound that accompanied each stride. The full feeling between his legs had comforted him but still, anxiety was in his head and he hoped not to have to speak with anyone. But he was here now and wriggled a little uneasily as the man spoke. “Yes, hello, but tell me... do you wear a nappy for medical reasons or for fun?” The older man had spoken low but he hadn’t misheard him and blood rushed to his face. “I, errr, ummm...” Oh God, Oh God, Oh God - the young man thought but dare not speak. This was a mistake, he knew it would be and... The older man could see the lad had flushed bright crimson under his ‘innocent’ question. He also noticed him look around, maybe to try and find a way of escape or was he merely making sure no one else had heard the question. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you... well... not much, “ the older man whispered his tease, “but I certainly wouldn’t want my little boy to be out on his own, he’d be under constant supervision from mummy or daddy.” The young man felt trapped. Caught like a deer in headlights he just couldn’t move. The older man had cut straight to the bone and knew... but how? “Don’t worry, the people around us aren’t listening or I would suspect be that bothered... surprisingly, people aren’t usually bothered but some little boys do get a little bit agitated when their secret is uncovered. I wouldn’t let that happen to my little boy that’s for sure.” The redness in the boy’s cheeks was beginning to fade although his breathing was a bit tight. “I just want to say I think it’s wonderful for a boy your age to venture out in your lovely padding.” He saw the boy swallow hard but still didn’t speak. “What is your favoured brand of nappy - fabric or disposable?” The boy wriggled uneasily. “I love to see any little one in lovely thick and colourful disposables like REARZ or CUDDLZ... you know the ones with all the little characters charging around; makes them look both cute and juvenile, which of course is exactly how it should be.” The older man seemed really at ease talking of such things. Despite this not only being a one way and awkward conversation the boy wondered how the man knew he was wearing a thick disposable with little baby bears wearing nappies frolicking around it. However, the man had more to say. “Do you wear plastic pants over them? I mean, personally I think it’s a very sensible precaution to take as you never know when the little one needs that little bit of extra help with leaks.” The older man chuckled slightly, “Yes slipping daddy’s, or mummy’s, little baby into his fresh morning nappy and pulling a nice bright and shiny slippery pair of vinyl pants over for added security would be a must.” By now the young man was caught up in what the older man was saying and although full of anxiety he was being held spellbound by what was being said. “I think a baby should be loved and looked after and that’s a twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week job. Their sweet little body should be kept smooth and hair-free and a nice big paci should always be available for when the little one frets or needs calming. Like now, with you.” He smiled a knowing smile. “Yes, it would be a privilege to keep the little one all clean and tidy, happily engaged in play and... well... let’s take this journey for instance.” He saw the boy opposite shimmy in his seat a little as if he was relaxing... even if only slightly. “Now a little boy of mine would have a big colouring book and some crayons to help pass the time as we travel to our destination. Seeing him sucking on his paci as he concentrated on making sure his crayons kept inside the guidelines... that would be a wonderful sight.” The boy was really quite stunned by the way this unexpected conversation was going and oddly enough he felt his boyhood begin to grow in the folds of his colourful disposable. He tried to inconspicuously wriggle to release it owing to being trapped and sticking down as it tried to rise up. However, there was no doubt about it, the old man seemed to know exactly what he’d dreamed of for some time now. “Of course,” a wrinkled smile caused his eyes to twinkle, “night time and any little baby should be wrapped in the comforting hug of a lovely thick and fleecy fabric nappy; one that soaks up and holds any and all of the little cuties night time accidents. However, that should all follow a lovely warm and comforting bubble bath where the little one could play with his toys and let mummy or daddy bathe and sponge him all nice and clean.” The boy opposite felt a throb behind his nappy. “Once all lovingly rubbed down in a lovely thick towel they’d be smothered in lotion and have their special baby parts all nicely powdered before being dressed for nice long sleepy-byes. Everything would be kept in place by a colourful onesie that fastens between their legs to hold the nappy firmly up and snugly against the sweet little thing.” About this time, as the train pulled into one of the local urban stations, the boy wished he had a paci. It was true he’d thought about getting one but was scared that his parents might find it and... well... he had the same fear about buying the disposable he was now wearing and that step had taken both a great deal of time and worry. But the man was still talking as folk got off and on the train, which then carried on to its next destination. “So then... plastic pants?” The man asked whilst nodding in the direction of the boy’s crotch. The young man sorrowfully shook his head “no” as if he felt guilty by such neglect. He still couldn’t speak but nor could he run away because this conversation had stirred up so many thoughts in his head... and crotch. He needed to relieve the pressure, and pain, his growing but scrunched-up penis was causing. He knew he was leaking and as such was grateful to his decision to wear padding but it was now getting awkward and uncomfortable in that area. “You seem a little uncomfortable...” it was as if the old man could read his mind, “please don’t be afraid of getting things rearranged... no boy should be uncomfortable when wearing his favourite nappy.” The boy looked around to see if there was anyone staring in their direction, thankfully, the coast was clear and was able to do a quick manipulation. What a relief - but now the curvy front bulge under his brown chinos was even more pronounced by the released stiff penis. “That’s what a lovely cosy nappy will do to a boy if he’s not under constant supervision.” He leant in closer to confide in the lad. “Sometimes, a boy needs to be protected from himself and a nice thick and tightly wrapped nappy, encased in thick rubber pants and wearing a sweet pair of restrictive mittens will keep him from being too grown up when all that self-touching is so unnecessary.” With the release of his bunched up penis he hadn’t realised his bladder was also calling for relief and he shot a stream of warm pee straight into the folds of his disposable. He tried to keep the look from his face but was unable to stop the flow, which of course the man opposite noticed. “Now, that should be under a daddy or mummy’s control. A little baby needs their protection, love and control to make sure they stay the sweet little thing they want to be. Maybe, what some boys and girls need is restricted access and firm control... maybe a bottom needs a spanking first to achieve this.” The older man looked him straight in the eye as if challenging the boy whose features unfortunately gave the game away. He saw the boy physically shake and knew that he’d just spurted a milky load into the front of his newly soaked nappy. The older man sat back and let the boy recuperate as the train began to slow down on its approach to yet another small urban station. “Well thank you young man for a most enjoyable chat. You’ve made this regular but boring journey special.” He got up and smiled his thanks then departed the scene. His seat was quickly taken by someone else, a lady in her fifties. Meanwhile, the boy still had another stop to go before he completed his journey, although in many ways, he already had. ####

Love being loved I’d been tossing and turning since I’d come to bed. I don’t know why I couldn’t relax or get comfortable maybe because the bedding just seemed so heavy and bulky. No matter which way I turned, or pushed my bedding off, it just didn’t seem right. I’d come to bed just after 11pm, put on my tartan flannel boxer shorts, even tuned my bedside gizmo to play some tranquil sounds and slipped quickly into a peaceful sleep. However, I woke up with a start just after midnight. I had no idea what caused it but was wide awake, which was strange as I’d been yawning all day and desperate for a good night’s sleep. Once my brain starts to connect onto a thought I find it very difficult to shake off. The problem was I was thinking ‘I’m tired so why can’t I get to sleep?’ and that conundrum kept me awake. The gizmo was still pumping out ethereal music but the fidgeting and squirming continued for over an hour as my brain just wouldn’t let go of some inconsequential thought. Lettuce! Yes, lettuce. I don’t even like the stuff but yet this green salad was keeping me awake with thoughts of how much water it contained. WHAT THE HELL? Eventually, I slipped into a troubled sleep but again, it didn’t feel like sleep. It was as if I was drowsing when I should have been awake and what was worse I started to burp and fart every time I moved position. Surely thinking about lettuce can’t produce symptoms can it? My stomach felt bloated like it was holding in a giant uncomfortable balloon and was letting little gasps of air out trying to relieve the situation. Fart, burp – burp, fartttt... the farts got longer but still my stomach remained full of air however, there was no smell so assumed it was all just trapped wind. I slipped into another fitful sleep but awoke with a start. A cucumber had entered my dream-world and that had started to enter me. With my mouth wide open in surprise I could feel a sense of amazement that began as a slight irritated tickle as a prelude to a sneeze. I couldn’t stifle it down and let out a loud sudden “Aasshhooo”. At the same moment I knew the fart I’d just let rip in conjunction with it had been more than the passing of air and my bladder also got in on the act. I lay there for a second or two trying to take in the momentousness of this triple action but it was too late. I could feel the lump in my boxers and I couldn’t stop piss soaking into the flimsy cotton. Eventually I had to do something and tried to spur myself into action and sidle out from my bed. I had one hand clutching my bum, hoping to hold the contents in, and the other trying desperately to extricate myself from being tangled in the bedding. One-handedly, it was taking quite a bit of time and effort... and panic wasn’t helping the situation. The clock flashed 02:46 as I finally found my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I slid down those messy boxers and threw them into the bath and immediately sat on the toilet and made sure I emptied myself. The noise and smell was not conducive to sleep though my stomach felt relief whilst filling the bowl. After a few minutes I felt I was done. I flushed then looked to the debris which were my boxers and gave them a temporary wash through. Standing naked at the sink I could feel eyes on me. # “Oh baby,” It was Daddy. “I don’t think you were quite ready for big boy responsibilities were you?” The independence I thought was so close to what I wanted had disappeared in the mess I’d made and the grown up thoughts I imagined taking their place faded as I stood naked and shaking under Daddy’s watchful eye. The feeling of guilt and stupidity engulfed me and I could do nothing but sadly shake my head “No Daddy... ermmm... sowwy”. My shame caught in my apology and I felt a tear slip from the corner of my eye. “Not to worry sweetheart, take a nice long shower... and your bums covered in poo so pay specific attention to that area... and I’ll sort stuff out.” I nodded that I would. I still had my back turned to him because of the tears and didn’t want him to see how upset the event had made me. It was bad enough that I’d made such a mess and dreaded to think what he’d discover when entering my room. However, at that moment I was just too overcome to give that much thought as I needed to do as Daddy said, and take a shower to clean myself up. I stood under the warm jets and let the water take some of the guilt away. I saw messy brown blobs slip down the plug hole and wondered if I should have wiped myself better. God, I can’t do anything right. I’m just a silly little baby who needs his Daddy. # When I’d finished I grabbed a towel and made my way back to the bedroom. All the bedding had been removed and my little bed just had the clear plastic cover it had had since the mattress had been bought. It was a safety barrier I was glad had never been removed. Needless to say other than the bedding my room hadn’t changed. The rails around the bed, which for some time now I hadn’t needed raising as I felt safe enough without them, I knew would be back in force next bed time. The posters of Disney characters and kids TV shows I had on the walls, and that I hoped with my new found independence (being a big boy) were going to be changed for something more ‘adult’, were still welcoming. My open closet revealed the clothes daddy preferred me to wear; shorts, onesies, dungarees and other joyfully colourful items beckoned and I knew that my days of being a big boy were over much before they started. I’d made a mess in Daddy’s boxer shorts; I was just a silly little kid who didn’t know what was best for him. Luckily I had a Daddy who did. As I patted myself dry Daddy entered the room carrying a bundle of stuff. He looked, as he always did like a man in charge. Hunky, broad, muscular, tall and wearing similar boxers to the ones I’d been wearing (after all they had been a pair of his). His hairy chest and short hair making him appear like someone who should be on TV advertising shampoo or fixing a bit of machinery... well, some such item. Daddy was all man. “OK baby, let’s get you organised shall we?” It wasn’t really a question as he spread out the stuff on my changing table and indicated to lie out. “Sowwy Daddy,” I said sheepishly. He just shushed me with a smile as if to say don’t worry, everything is OK. First he took a small towel and wiped the area making sure that every crevice was dry and then rubbed in some cream. I looked up at Daddy to see if he was angry but he just continued to smile and gently shushed me again as I tried to say something. “All in good time sweetie, first let’s get you ready, eh?” Next came a shower of talc, I just loved the lavender smell as he smoothed that in. He unfurled a terry-cotton square, folded it into a triangle, added a thick extra soaker pad and nappy liner “Upsies” he said and slipped it under my bum. He was very adept at this and swiftly followed through with some pins to fasten it all together... I hardly had time to draw breath. “Upsies again sweetie,” he smiled and slid a pair of pink plastic pants up and over the bulky nappy. “Nearly there baby.” He then shook out a pink onesie and pulled it over my head. It shimmied down my body so was able to fasten the little studs between my legs. “One last thing,” he pinned a binkie to it and then slipped the silicon bulb between my lips. “There we go all ready for a proper night’s bo-bos now.” He guided me into his room and drew back the covers. “In you go sweetheart, Daddy thinks it’s best if you’re with him for the rest of the night.” I crawled into bed, the onesie hugging the nappy close and the binkie soothing my anxieties. He slipped in behind and nuzzled the short hair on the back of my head. “Daddy loves his sweet baby so don’t be upset... you’ve done nothing wrong and Daddy’s proud of his sweet little dumpling.” His strong arms encircled me and pulled me in close. It was what I needed. I was hugged and happy so drifted off almost immediately but not before Daddy gave me ‘butterfly kisses’ on the back of my neck and repeated how much he loved me. I loved it so wriggled and crinkled in contentment “I wuv o oo babby,” was all I could muffle out from behind the binkie. “OK sweetheart, straight to sleep now. Daddy’s here to protect you from any nasty dreams so you just relax and...” The soothing sucking action made sure I was asleep before he finished. #tbc#

Chapter One: The Drive Dad drove down the highway with meholding my hand between my legs. I had to pee and being stuck in a car definitely didn't help. A sign up ahead said that a rest area was only ten kilometres up ahead and I could certainly hold it. I could ask for my father to stop yet there was somethig else. “Something wrong?" Dad suddenly asked without looking at me. “Weird,” I replied. “ Dam weird you know.” He certainly did know why I felt weird. This was his plan. “I'm wearing an adult nappy,” I groaned. “You better be, Vicky,” Dad replied. “You don't want to be found out as a faker and lose this scholarship.” “Yeah,” I said. “That's the problem; I'm not really incontinent. They are going to find out.” “No, they won't. Just act natural. Show the letter I faked again.” I rubbed the padded material between my legs .“This is certainly not natural," I protested. “Well, get used to wetting yourself often,” he said. “You probably should show up in a really wet nappy. That way you won't look like a faker to the other girls who are used to wetting their nappies.” “Why did I let you talk me into this?” I whined. “You got a scholarship. The bank lost most my money, remember? This is your last chance to go to university,” he answered. I sighed. I don't understand how things got so weird. My father put away enough into my university fund to pay for all years of school. HMRC investigated my father recently and caught him for insider trading and fined him heavily and he eventually used up my university fund to pay for the fine. It was the summer before the start of uni and I had no money. So I search for scholarships. None fit me but after intesive search there was also a scholarship for only urinary incontinent girls who were studying any subject at my chosen university. Unlike the others, it was not listed on the university's website but on a discreet form for disabled students. It was the only scholarship and it was generous. It paid for everything including a monthly allowance. I remember distinctively getting the phone call. “Is Victoria Stevens there?” the woman asked. “Yes, this is she,” I gripped my mobile tightly. “This is Elizabeth Jones from the Urinary Incontinent Girls scholarship programme. You have been chosen.” My mouth was opened in shock. I had though my university dreams were over. “The last girl didn't meet our requirements. She was clearly bluffing her urinary incontinence just to get the scholarship while your doctor's letter appears genuine. I made this scholarship so incontinent girls can have the full university experience, including living in the halls. To do that we want to make sure that we pair you with another girl in the hall that is also incontinent for moral support. You will still have your own room Will this be a problem for you?” “No problem,” I replied, elated. “Good. We are having a summer camp to get to know the other girls. Attendance is mandatory.” I didn't tell the rest of my wider family. Dad thought it was perfect and had been a big help in getting me loads of adult nappies. They do sell nappies in stores like Boots, but the tape-o kind that real incontinent people wear is only found online and he helped me order Tena Slip Maxis online. Back to the present, the road sign indicated we wear near the camp. Dad said an incontinent girl would show up in a very wet nappy. I relaxed in my seat and pretended I was sitting on the toilet. As I started to pee in my nappy, it was so warm as the wetness spread around my crotch and under my bottom. I was shocked at how good it actually felt. Chapter Two: Fitting in with the Group Dad pulled into the lot and right away I spotted the group. After giving me a kiss, I head to group which consisted of five teenaged girls and a young lady stood around the van. “Are you Vicky?” the lady who was clearly Liz Jones, asked me. She wore torn jeans and a T-shirt. There was a bulge around her butt area, most definitely indicated she was wearing a nappy definitely wet. I said yes and opened the back door of my car and got my bags when she stopped me. "May I see your doctor's letter again?" I unzipped one part of my main bag and handed it over. Hoping the forgery work, she quickly smiled and nodded. "Can you remove your skirt? I want to see if you're wearing and adult nappy and have used it." I slowly unclipped my skirt; I tried many jeans but the bulge of the nappy always showed as well as the top. I can't remember how much I peed in the nappy earlier but Liz came closer, walked around and was satisfied. “Good. You're the last girl to arrive, so let's get going. You can put your stuff in the back of the van.” The wet nappy I had on now felt thick and I felt that I could use a change now. “Do I have time to run to the look real quick?” I leaned closer to her. “I'm quite wet.” Was there a loo nearby? “Uh no, do you think we can hold yourself?” I nodded though not sure if the nappy could. “Good. Then we got to go.” She led me in through the sliding door of the van and I took a seat beside a bored-looking girl with a sarcastic nerd phrase on her shirt. She wore black cargo jeans with all kinds of metal hanging from them. She whispered, “So, what's your story?” Before I could answer, Liz hopped into the driver’s seat and started the van. “Girls,” she called out through a speaker. “My name, as you all came into contact with, is Elizabeth Jones but you can call me Liz. I am the scholarship coordinator and founder of the Scholarship for Incontinent Girls. When I studied physics, I was embarrassed about having to explain to my hallmates, coursemates and friends that I had an incontinence problem. I realized that another incontinent girl would make a good hallmate and thus this scholarship came about. This camp is for several reasons. Mainly so you can get to know each other and find out who you to be paired with for moral support. The other reason is, unfortunately, to screen out people who are liars. I had to replace one girl earlier on who was not incontinent.” Minutes later, Liz continued. “So, get to know each other during this week. How about introducing yourself to each other now as I drive to the camp.” “My name is Kerri Kensington," the girl next to me began. "I am long tired of being teased about my incontinence. Having a mother who is not so discrete about it means everyone at school and my neighbour knew about it. This scholarship sunds great. I worried so much about uni and having to hide my nappies from others but I feel think group will give me support. I am excited about studying electrical engineering.” The girl who sat beside Kerri also wearing jeans spoke up. “My name is Michelle.” Her voice was softer and didn't give her surname. “I don't really have friends due to incontinence and will be studying Art History.” In the rear seat, a girl spoke up. “I'm Vera Horton. I'm just as normal as anyone else, or I was until the car accident where some drunk ran into me. The drunk doesn't have to wear nappies and it's not fair. Instead, he only got thirty days in jail. I instead have to spend the rest of my life in nappies.” She pounded her fists on the seat beside her. “Because of this, my boyfriend took someone else to my Year 11 and Year 13 prom. Will be reading Chemistry.” “My name is Bethany,” said her neighbour who had just looked up from a book. She wore all black with tight leggings. Even her nail polish and lipstick were black. “People already though I was weird with my love for black, so knowing about my nappies really made things worse. Will take modern history." The fifth girl introduced herself as Cath never Catherine. She worn a shorter skirt than myself. "I'll study my favourite subject biology and don't nappies to destroy my uni life.” I cleared my throat. “I'm Vicky Stevens. Am urinary incontinent birth since and my promised uni fund went away, so I thought I couldn't go to uni. Will be taking mechanical engineering." I hope that worked. The silence told me they accepted it. Chapter Three: The Meal About noon, Liz stopped at a local pub. I really wanted a fresh nappy. “Okay. Here is the plan. Cath, Vicky, and Michelle will go into the bathroom and change. Vera Bethany, and Kerri and myself will order our food. When you three return we will go change while you order your food. Then we will eat together.” In the toilet stall, I removed my skirt and looked down at my wet nappy. It was really wet - I did wet it a second time. I peeled off the tapes, rolled up the soggy nappy, then wiped myself off with baby wipes. Once finished, I put on a new Tena Slip like I had practiced many times by leaning against the wall of the stall. Back at the counter, I ordered a medium coke and a burger.