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This story has been adapted from my ideal visit to a now closed UK ABDL nursery. It’s a visit I always wished to do but never got the chance. Part 1. Before bedtime My job was getting me down, I’d been working pretty much 7 days a week for a number of months and I could sense that my body was starting to feel the strain. I told myself that at 55 I should be taking better care of my health and to stop being on call to the office 24/7. At the point of physical and mental exhaustion I decided that the answer was a weekend away, I’d find a quiet hotel somewhere remote, leave my mobile phone and any access to email at home and book a long weekend away staying from Friday night to the Monday morning. A quick hit up on the internet, searching for quiet weekend stays, I found that because it was peak Summer time that there were no hotels immediately available, I was about to give up when I spotted what looked like the perfect place. It wasn’t a plush hotel but a small privately owned B&B situated deep in the Essex countryside and quite a ways from the nearest town or city. The advert promised a quiet and relaxing time where executives could destress and return to a time in their lives when things were much easier. It sounded perfect, just what I was looking for and because it was such a small b&b I hoped I would be able to keep myself to myself and the solitude would recharge my batteries. I emailed straight away and later the same morning a reply came saying that there was availability the weekend coming. The rates seemed very reasonable so I confirmed my booking straight away and as instructed paid my fee. That Friday afternoon I arrived at the door of a lovely white walled detached house, there was parking out front on a big drive and I could see through the fence that there was a large grassed rear garden which had a clothesline, on which there was pegged a row of white towels that danced in the wind whilst drying off in the warm sun. After pressing the bell at the entrance porch the door was opened and a pretty brunette in her late 30s who I ntroduced herself with a smile. “Hi, I’m Betty” “Hi I’m Dean” I replied and reached forward to shake the beauty’s hand. “Don’t be so silly, give me hug” Betty said and pulled me into her welcoming and impressive chest. After a brief cuddle she invited me in and told me to leave my overnight bag in the hall, I followed her into the kitchen where she offered to make me a mug of tea. I accepted and as the kettle boiled I tried to look around the room but found that most of my attention was on the beautiful woman making the tea. She really was a sight to be hold, her dark black hair ended below her shoulder line, she had smouldering green eyes, natural pouting lips and legs that just seemed to go on forever. A natural beauty that you’d expect on find on a film stars arm at a swanky showbiz event. As soon as the drink was made I was encouraged to lead the way into the living room as behind me Betty bought the mugs of tea. Once sat down on a big sofa we did some small talk (Why am I’m in the local area, what plans I have for the weekend etc) I replied that I had no plans and I just wanted to relax away from my everyday stresses. I’m sure I heard Betty say “perfect” under her breath. Betty mentioned that I should finish off the mug of tea she had made for me whilst it was warm and as she encouraged me to drink the hot beverage she said that she had some house rules to go through with me after I had finished. She began “First of all there is a really important rule that I require all my stay over guests to obey” She then went on to explain to me that due to problems with guests that have previously slept over in her house that she now insisted that all persons staying over must wear night time nappies and plastic pants for bed protection. I laughed and she gave me a stern look “It’s no joke young man” she scolded “Do you know how much a new mattress and bedding costs?” I tried to argue that I didn’t have bed wetting issues but she continued to insist that they are the rules, take it or leave it and tried to comfort me by saying it would be fine and that other grown men had done it to abide by the rules. “And I’d rather you’d rm stayed” she added I weighed up my options and reluctantly agreed, I knew that there was no where else available to stay at such late notice and I wasn’t too keen on the long return journey straight away. Betty left the room and returned holding a white padded item and a clear plastic object that seemed to make a lot of noise. She sat down and showed me the items and explained to me how they fit on. “So this is an adult disposable nappy. It’s much the same as a baby one but a lot bigger” she began I nodded as she unfolded it and demonstrated how the four tapes worked. She then shook out the clear plastic item. “And these are big baby plastic pants, they fit like normal underwear and go over the nappy” She then handed them to me and told me that the plastic pants must be worn over the disposable to avoid any leaks when the nappy was wet. She said that I could dress myself in the nappy and pants this time but if there were any issues or problems that she would take over with any further changes for the whole weekend. I nervously laughed inside “all weekend?” I was only staying three nights. She then sent me off to the bathroom to get the items on to prove I can dress myself before bed at night. Once in the bathroom I removed my trousers and underpants and sat on the toilet bowl with the disposable underneath me. I pulled the tapes over, attaching the two bottom tapes first, as Betty had instructed. It seemed an easy enough process and the padded underwear wasn’t an unpleasant feeling on my bum. I then fingered the plastic pants, I didn’t need them I thought. If I don’t wet the nappy I can’t leak was my reasoning, so I left them on the bathroom floor along with my boxer shorts. I stood up to put my trousers on and it was a struggle to get them over the padded underwear I was now sporting. Eventually with a big tug I got them over the nappy and managed to do the waistband up. It was a little bit of a struggle walking with an unusually thick bulk around my crutch but I returned back to the sitting room walking as normally as I could. When I returned with my trousers on over the nappy Betty asked me to remove my trousers so see could see how well I had done fitting the disposable. I tried to explain that I’d done fine, I wasn’t keen on the attractive brunette to see me in just a baby’s nappy. “Dean, if you wish to stay then I need to check your nappy so please do as I say” I hesitated further. “Do you want a spanking over my knee, Mr?” Flustered with such a threat I undid my trouser button and fly. After I dropped my trousers Betty saw that I didn’t have the clear plastic pants on over the nappy and she asked me for an explanation. “You were clearly told to put the plastic pants on over the nappy. Why have you not done so?” Betty asked me I explained that I didn’t need to wear them because there won’t be any leaks as I wouldn’t be wetting the nappy, “So as you haven’t done as instructed and have not put the plastic pants on as ‘ordered’ for the next two days I’ll be in charge of all your nappy changes” Betty stated. Betty then asked me to go retrieve the plastic pants from the bathroom floor and when I returned to her she staod me in front of her and after I put a foot in each leg hole she worked the tight pants up over the nappy. “There, that’s better, you look so cute all dressed for bed” and she gave my padded rear a playful swot. She continued “Because you’ve been so naughty and disobeyed my instructors to put on your baby pants you’ll have to stay in the night nappy now and leave your trousers off so I can see you won’t take the plastic pants off again before your bedtime” I looked down at the floor, not just because of the telling off I was receiving from my beautiful host but I could feel that my bladder was almost full to burst. I wondered how I could talk myself out of the disposable I had been put in to use the bathroom like an adult rather than wet the nappy I wore like a baby

We’d been thinking about it for ages, I’d made some suggestions but all were shot down quickly by my girlfriend Amanda. “Well I don’t know sweet” I sighed “what do you think we should wear?” We’d been having the same debate for a few days now and we were still no closer to a final decision. “It needs to be something personal to me because that’s what Jean would expect and I want her to be Impressed” She replied We were genuinely stuck, Amanda and I had been invited to a costumed party by her boss at work. We’d been to a number of her colleagues shindigs previously but this one in particular was important to Amanda, not only was it the first fancy dress event but it was the first being held by her superior and Amanda was out to show her manager at the kindergarten that she worked in that she was both imaginative and entertaining at the same time, two things that Jean had mentioned to Amanda that she lacked in her last job review, and some of the reasons why she would not be considered for promotion to manage her own nursery. I was at my wits end, we’d gone through all our hobbies and interests as costume options and Amanda didn’t like any of the suggestions . “It would be great if I could incorporate a bit of my work life into our fancy dress” “That’ll be a bit tough” I replied “you work with toddlers all day” “I know, I know” Amanda said as she turned and walked towards the kitchen. “Should we dress as babies?” I laughed. Amanda suddenly turned and looked at me “That’s not such a bad idea” she said with a sly smile “Although I’m actually a care taker so I couldn’t be a little one” I sighed, more in relief then annoyance that another one of my ideas hadn’t hit the mark, I wasn’t that keen to go to a public event wearing a babyish outfit. “So what then would you like us to dress as?” I asked again. “I said I couldn’t go as an infant but you could! And I could be dressed as a child’s old fashion Nanny” Amanda smiled. “I’m not sure I’d get into my old school uniform these days, sweet” I laughed “Never mind school uniform, I need you to be someone of preschool age, the kind of children that I spend all day looking after. It could be my chance to impress on Jean just how good I am at taking care of youngsters” I chuckled loudly “Sweet, the kids you look after at work are no more than babies. I can hardly go to the party dressed as a new born” “Why not?” Amanda asked “I’m sure we can find the right costumes online for us both and we’ll really make Jean notice us” “Come on now” I protested “I’m a 6ft hairy arsed bloke, there’ll be nothing suitable to fit me and I’ll look ridiculous” “No, I think it’s your best suggestion yet. I tell you what you can go sort out something for our tea and I’ll use my laptop upstairs and order some costumes” Amanda said and used the stairs to get to our bedroom. As I watched her climb the stairs, I admired her long blonde hair and slim figure, we’d been together for 5 years and over that time Amanda had become even more attractive to me. I loved her enough to do just about anything for her. As I worked away in the kitchen preparing some food for us to eat I put the idea that Amanda would able to find something suitable for a child in my size “I’ll end up in going in my pj’s clutching a soft toy” I chuckled. Once I had prepared the pasta and meatballs I dished it up onto the table and called up the stairs for Amanda to come eat the food whilst it was hot. Five minutes later we were both seated tucking into the meal. “So, any luck?” I was keen to hear Amanda say that there was nothing suitable available and that we’d have to come up with another idea. “Well yes, I think I may have found us the perfect outfits” Amanda replied without taking her eyes of her plate. “Really?” I was surprised that she had been successful in her quest. “Yup, apparently there’s a whole community of grown ups who like to dress as youngsters out there and you can just about get anything you want” she replied. Nervously I asked “So what have you ordered for us then?” Amanda gave me a wink “You’ll just have to wait and see. Be patient baby” “The party is only 10 days away so you’ll soon find out” Amanda quickly changed the subject before I could quiz her further. Over the course of the next few days a number of parcels were delivered to the house. Amanda accepted the online orders with a look of glee on her fave and even if I had answered the door and signed for them Amanda quickly took the packages from my hands and whisked them off to the guest bedroom. And despite my regular questions about the deliveries and her choice of costume for me Amanda stayed quiet, insisting that I wait and that all would be revealed on the day of the party. Finally the day of the party had arrived, Amanda had woken up early and she stroking my head as my eyes opened. She gave me a smile “Morning baby” Enjoying the soft touch of her fingers through my follicles I turned and cuddled into her inviting chest. Amanda had the most wonderful breasts, I had often marveled how someone as small in stature as she was could have such magnificent boobs. The comfiest pillows ever! “How much do you love me?” Amanda asked Still in a daze and enjoying the situation I found myself in I answered easily “Love you millions” Amanda pulled my head closer into her chest “And, would you be prepared to do anything for me?” Thinking that this was Amanda’s way of telling me that she’d had another idea of some kinky bedroom fun I laughed. “Anything my beautiful Princess desires” She’d always been adventurous regarding sex and was always happy to take a leading role in our nocturnal activities. “Good, well please keep that in mind today” Amanda replied As she continued to stroke my hair it hadn’t dawned on me that the party was later the same day and that maybe Amanda was making sure that she had committed me to wearing the costume she had ordered for me online. I was enjoying the moment but that was never going to last!

Before I start this roleplay I shall state some rules and requirements. I want a roleplay partner of my tier, not someone who already has trouble writing two lines. To truly give the both of us maximal immersion, we will both have to be competent and passionate. Rules: 1. No one/two/three-liners. I expect at least a proper amount of text. This means of course that I in the first place also have to supply you with enough material to produce a reply of similar volume. 2. No controlling my character. I've had people before who thought they could decide what my character feels for some reason. Don't do that. Whatever ideas you have, they'll surely have their time in our roleplay. And you can always tell me out of character that you have an exciting idea for which I require a little bit of your guidance.  3. Please do not use bad grammar. This includes words such as 'u', 'ur', et cetera. I just cannot stand how some people on here seem to fail at even implementing the basics of grammar. It's really not hard and will significantly improve your performance. This of course excludes typo's and other accidental grammatical mistakes. I'm not THAT horrible. Roles: My character: Name: Lena Gender: female Age: 26 Species: demon Personality: very loving and sweet, strict when needed. Passionate about protecting her beloved ones Your character: Name: Y/N Gender: male (femboy/trap) Age: 18 Personality: very submissive, a bit lewd and constantly desires for attention Basically I want to you get the personality part right. If you can be a clingy but submissive baby boy, I shall be your loving and protective mommy. Aside from that it now is time for the starter. I'll keep it rather short. Starter: 'Honey, it's time to wake up!' Standing next to a rather big crib, I look down onto into the sleepy eyes of my beloved son. After a long night's rest it was time for you to get out of bed, like usually. The thing is that you need my help with that, as you're not only tucked in nicely but also not permitted to get out of bed by yourself. This is because we are in a caregiver relationship, in which you are my little and I am your mommy. I have dedicated myself to making sure you'll always be loved and pampered, in exchange for you giving up your life as a big boy. As usually I am met with a happy smile, followed by a big yawn. You're just too adorable, it makes my heart melt. I reach down, patting your head. 'Hey sweetheart, it's time to get out of bed. Did you keep your diaper clean this night? Or has my little baby made a stinky again?' You then... As I already said, it's a rather short and simple starter. But I want all the effort to go into the roleplay and not get too busy by making this starter way too big as usually would happen to me. If there are any questions or requests you have left, don't be afraid to ask them.