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The Schoolboy by Croc – Chapters 1-4


This Story is written by Croc


It was the morning. My dream felt like it took hours; I guess it’s the mathematical physics of space and time zone bullshit…that’s what I learned from watching a Professor Hawking documentary on YouTube.

So it was a morning like no other…a normal school day, in the damp and freezing midlands weather of England, with the soon-to-be Christmas school holidays break up…this week ending on Friday 13th! But the problem is: is that I have now woken up from that dream!

I lay in my bed on my tummy, worming around, not wanting to leave my warm bed and awake into my cold bedroom winter breeze. I tilt my head up to my bedroom side unit and I look at my alarm clock: ‘7.00am.’ it rang then I heard:

“Tom! Get up; you’re going to be late for school!” – Mum shouted from down the stairs.

When mum shouts, it’s a pure voice of command. It’s loud and very strict. When mum goes off on one, her voice can be heard from a long distance. In other words: her bark is worse than her bite.

I shut my eyes then opened them up into a quick stare; trying to wake myself up and gain strength to walk into my cold bedroom. I placed my hands onto the top of my bed mattress, as I did; I felt a cold patch where my crotch is…at first I thought it was a wet dream…but I quickly thought twice about it: I slowly placed my right hand underneath my duvet cover onto my crotch; on my boxer shorts: I had wet my bed!

“Oh no, not now, how did this happen? That dream!” – I said to myself as I pulled my duvet cover from my bed exposing my bedwetting stain. Because my duvet cover is off the bed, the smell of my urine filled my bedroom air (even with my window slightly open and air vent open). I panicked…I’ve never wet the bed before nor have I had problems with going to the toilet.

As I froze in a “what to do?” trance, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
“Tom. Are you getting up or what?” – Mum asked behind my bedroom door.

“Er, yes mum. I’m up. I’m fine; I’ll be down in five.” – I replied, trying not to expose my problem.

“Okay darling, I’ll make you porridge.” – Mum replied before making way down stairs.

Standing in my wet boxer shorts and t-shirt I quickly took of my wet bed sheet and placed it into my washing basket; I then took a clean bed sheet and made my bed. Afterwards, I sprayed a bottle of deodorant to get rid of the urine smell. I changed into a fresh clean pair of boxer shorts. I threw my wet pair into my washing basket. I then quickly changed into my school uniform. As I left for the bathroom, I tried to go for a piss, but it was no use. I then cleaned my teeth and walked down into the kitchen.

“Here you go Tom. Here is some porridge for you.” – Mum told me as I sat at the dinner table. “Thank you mum, I love my Ready Break.” – I replied as I started to eat my porridge.

“Oh my, you’re so pale Tom. Do you feel okay?” – Mum asked me as she placed her long hand onto my forehead.

“I’m fine mum.” – I answered. Which wasn’t true: apart from wetting my bed (for the first time) I was very tired.

“You don’t look fine Tom. Maybe you should miss school today, and go back to bed.” – Mum advised me.

“Mum I’m fine, trust me. You have nothing to worry about.” – I told her as I quickly finished eating my porridge. Mum backed off to get our coats. I looked round the kitchen…and for some sixth sense I felt I was not someone else, but something else.

“Here’s your coat Tom. Come let’s go. It’s the last week of school before the Christmas school break up, and the traffic is going to be packed.” – Mum said as she gave me my coat. I put my coat on, along with my mittens, scarf, and hat.

“Let me help you. I don’t want my boy to get a cold.” – Mum told me as she zipped up my coat and tightened the buttons to my mittens and clip to my hat.

I didn’t reply to mum’s comment; I’m still stuck in a trance, a trance of “why did I wet my bed?”

Mum led the way out of our three-bedroom semi-detached home. Mum defrosted her car earlier, so it would save time on the road. I go into the front of the car and mum tightly strapped me into the car. Mum got into her driver’s seat, turning on the ignition and drove away from our quite country home towards my school: St Edward’s.

It must have been half way into our journey and again that mind and feeling of being something else took over from me. It started when I looked outside the car window looking at a woman pushing her young toddler in a stroller. Then I moaned:

“Agh…agh…mum…you’re right I’m not well, let’s turn back and go home please.” – I pleaded to mum, as I held onto my tummy.

“Sorry Tom. You had your chance of going back to bed. As you can see with the traffic; it’s hard to turn back round at the moment. You’ll be okay.” – Mum told me confidently as she continued to drive in the traffic.

“Mum please!” – I begged in a high pitched voice gasping in pain from my bladder.

“Tom. You’re 16 years old and been potty trained for 12 years: Don’t disappoint me young man.” – Mum sternly snapped at me as she drove on down the icy road.

I quickly saw our local café on the countryside road.

“Mum pull over please I need really need to use the toilet.” – I told mum as I wiggled my thighs, and holding my tummy tight with my mittens: how ironic in which I can’t use my hands!

“Tom school is not far from here, I can’t risk the traffic okay.” – Mum told me as she kept her eyes on the traffic in front of her.

Mum drove pass the café and was in near distance with my school…then…a certain odor exposed into my mums car. Mum turned to her left, and looked down to my crotch.

“Oh my god: Tom! Tell me you didn’t wet yourself?” – Mum asked me in a shocked tone as she calmly drove the car.

“What? Of course not, why would I–.” – I replied then looked down onto my crotch and noticed that I indeed wet myself. I knew I had to wee, but I couldn’t hold it in; just like wetting the bed this morning.

“Just wait till we get to school young man.” – Mum angrily told me then upped her speed to get me into school.

“Mum, please. It’s not my fault.” – I spoke to mum, trying to defend myself.

“Tom. We’re nearly at school. Then we can chat about this.” – Mum warned me as she continued to drive towards my school, which is now only a few hundred yards away.

We arrived at my school and mum – thankfully – parked in the middle of the school car park, away from other cars and incoming traffic.

“Tom, you have a problem going to the toilet. As you were eating your porridge I quickly sneaked into your bedroom and seen your wet bed sheet in your washing basket…along with your stained boxer shorts. Tell me the truth, you lie? And you’ll be in worse trouble.” – Mum spoke to me honestly and she expected the same with me in return.
“Mum I woke up this morning in a wet bed, now I’ve wet myself in your presence and on to your car seat. I can’t explain what the problem is?” – I told mum looking at her with worry and embarrassment.

“Oh sweetheart, I know why? – It’s because of your exams, your girlfriend, and being the school football team captain: there’s a lot that you’re taking on. There’s only four days left till the break-up. Let’s go home, and get your cleaned up. I won’t let my boy go to school in wet uniform.” – Mum reassured me giving me a cuddle.

“Thank you mum…I guess you are right.” – I told mum feeling better that I’m not lying to her.

“Tom. I’m your mum: I’m always right. I know what’s best for my boy. Let’s go home and get you back into bed.” – Mum smiled looking down at me. I nodded yes smiling.

Mum then turned on her car’s ignition again and drove home…with less traffic than on the other side of the road, we got home faster.

Mum parked back into our driveway, turned off the car’s ignition then looked at me:

“Now you stay here and let me unstrap you. It’s been a tough morning for you and I don’t want to stress you out.” – Mum told me as she exited her side of the car. Mum walked around her side of the car towards my side and opened my passenger door.

“Come on little man, you need to go down for a long sleep.” – Mum lightly spoke to me as she unstrapped my car seat. I got up and the piss stain on my grey school trousers was visible.

My mum placed her hand on my bottom:

“Mum what are you doing?” – I spoke in shock.

“I’m checking to see if you have a wet bum-bum sweetheart.” – Mum said as held her hand on my bottom, then placing it on each cheek, rubbing my bottom and behind my thighs.

“Now, I want you to go and have a nice bath. I want your wet uniform in your washing basket and then call me when you have finished your bath okay?” – Mum softly ordered me.

“Er…sure mum.” – I replied, taking the problem of wetting in a mature and dignified manner.

Mum and I walked back into our home. Once inside the hallway mum pulled me by my coat hood then started to undress me! She took of my hat, mittens, and scarf. Mum then unzipped my coat and placed it onto the coat hanger. Mum then took of my school blazer and looked down at my crotch:

“Tom, have a nice long bath. I have a plan in dealing with your small problem. Trust me.” – Mum smiled warmly.

“Sure mum. Thank you for understanding and being so open with my accidents.” – I told mum giving her a loving cuddle.

“Not a problem honey. Mum has all the answers. Now go and wash that cute bottom of yours.” – Mum giggled. My face turned red and I went bashful when mum said that.

I walked – well ran – up the stairs and ran myself a bath, as I did, I stripped naked in my bedroom, as mum was in the kitchen. I threw my school-uniform into my washing basket. I then sprinted into the bathroom naked, just in case mum came up the stairs sooner.

As I was in the bath, mum came up stairs and went into my room…not only (to my shock) took all my pairs of boxer shorts, but also my washing basket. Mum went down stairs as I was lying in the bath.

After having a long warm bath – like mum advised me to do – I got out and dried myself with big towels – that make me look smaller – in the bathroom. I normally have a second round of drying myself in my bedroom. I wrap a towel around my waist then placed another towel around the back of my neck and shoulders. I walked into my bedroom to find mum sitting on my bed.

“Tom. I’ve changed your duvet covers and straightened your bed sheet out. I’ve also the answer in solving this wetting problem; here in my hand. I’ve also taken the liberty to place a week’s supply of adult pull-ups and placed them into your clothing draws; where your boxer shorts used to be kept. I’ve burnt your boxer shorts in the back garden. That is why I wanted you to take a long warm bath; so I can get things into order.” – Mum softly told me.

“Where did you get the adult pull-ups? And when?” – I asked mum.

“That’s for me to know young man. Little boys should be seen and not heard!” – Mum told me.

“But my boxer shorts? I need them!” – I declared.

“I can always buy new pairs boxer shorts for you…if you stop wetting the bed!” – Mum sternly told me in her loud voice.

“Mum please, I don’t need to wear pull-ups. They are for babies!” – I whined in protest.

“Nonsense young man, babies wear nappies. Do you want to wear nappies instead? I know I’d be happy to change your nappies again…and so would the girls at school knowing they’ll have a cute baby boy to change and babysit. You’re going to wear pull-ups, either by your own doing, or by force – with an over the knee, bare bottom spanking by me with the wooden spoon. It’s only natural to discipline boys who need it. I’d hate to spank my little boy. The choice is yours Tom.” – Mum bluntly told me as I stood there. I thought hard about it but then:

“One…two…if I reach five: over my knee you go. Three…” – Mum told me looking me deep into my eyes holding this adult pull-up.
“Okay, okay! Please don’t spank me mum.” – I gave in…I just wanted to go to sleep.

“Good boy. Now come here in front of me.” – Mum said. I stepped in front of mum’s presence and she then took both towels of me.

“Mum!” – I protested as I quickly placed my hands in front of my crotch to cover up my manhood.

“I’ve seen it all before Tom. I’m your mum, don’t be shy. You’re so cute!” – Mum cooed to me (which pissed me off) as she opened the adult pull-up.

“Come on, one foot at a time…left foot.” – Mum guided me into my pull-up. I placed my left foot into the left side of the pull-up.

“Good boy, now the right foot.” – Mum again guiding me into the pull-up, to which I placed my right foot into the right side of the pull-up.

Mum then pulled up my pull-up around my waist: perfect fit. My bottom had a nice soft padded feeling around it, the same with my crotch.

“Here wear this, I’m doing your washing, and this set of PJ’s is the only type of clothing dry.” – Mum said as she threw a pair of PJ’s to me. I looked at them and they were ones that a family member brought me last year for my birthday as a joke…a teddy bear, light blue patterned PJ’s.

I bit my tongue and placed them onto my body. I got into bed and mum tucked me in tightly.

“Now if you need the toilet, call me okay. I’ll be downstairs…these pull-ups are here to help you – and to remind you – that you’re having problems with your bladder. Remember I’m trying to help you, not to punish you. I love you Tom. Now have a nice sleep for me.” – Mum softly spoke to me, kissing my forehead, Mum picked up my towels as she was exiting and then turned out my bedroom light, and closed the door on her way out.

It was only gone 8.00am in the morning, and I’m back in bed wearing a pull-up…if I can’t control my body, or explain these weird feelings…things are only going to get worse for me…
Six hours few by as I was in dream land, I woke up and I didn’t remember that I was wearing a common white adult pull-up, so when I pulled myself up from my bed, my mind remembered that I was wearing one. I looked down onto my bed and it was dry:

“Thank heavens!” – I sighed in relief.

As I left my bed, I then remembered I was wearing these child-like PJ’s, I took a long stretch and rubbed my eyes…I then placed my hand onto my crotch of my pull-up and it was wet!

“For, fuck sake!” – I moaned in humiliation. Mum then walked into my bedroom without knocking.

“Ah, I see my little boy is up. Let’s see if you wet your bed hmm?” – Mum said as she went over to my bed, pulling off my duvet cover and stared down onto my mattress as she patted her right hand across the bed sheet.

“I guess I was right to put you into that pull-up. Come here Tom.” – Mum commanded as she pointed her finger to me. I knew what was coming. I stood in front of mum and she quickly placed her index finger underneath my PJ bottoms into the front of my pull-up.

“Oh Tom, I’m so disappointed, if you wanted to use the potty – I mean toilet, you should of called me to help you, instead of wetting yourself.” – Mum softly told me in her sweet voice.

I was confused, I’m the victim of bad luck and a curse, and my mum is turning it around, so that it’s my fault.

“Mum. I was asleep, I didn’t know that I wet my…my pull-up.” – I told mum, not wanting to admit that I’m wearing a pull-up.

“Tom we can’t carry on like this.” – Mum told me looking down at my crotch.
“What? It’s not even been a day.” – I protested placing my arms out in disbelief.

“Honey, first it’s a day, then it turns into a week, then a month, then if we’re not careful: full-time. Do you want this potty problem of yours sorted or not?” – Mum said giving me a cuddle.

“Yes I do mum. I don’t know whats happening to me. Something isn’t right.” – I said placing my head deeper into my mum’s chest feeling safe and loved.

“There, there, don’t worry. Mum will sort something out.” – Mum softly spoke smirking down at me.

After a few seconds mum then said:

“Right then, let’s get you cleaned.” – Mum beamed.

“Mum I’m sixteen. I can clean myself thank you; I don’t need you for that.” – I told mum. Mum looked displeased, but then she knew that if things got worse for me, she’ll indeed be cleaning me and much more to her delight.

“Oh, okay Tom. Sorry, I had a bit of nostalgia: thinking you were a toddler again. The days of us being together were timeless, so were your nappy changes.” – Mum sighed looking up at the ceiling.

“Mum! Can you please leave my room?” – I whined.

“Okay darling, but remember your pull-ups are in your draws, you have no boxer shorts, for now isn’t the time to wear them…or in the future.” – Mum whispered to herself on the way out giggling.

I heard mum say something as she left my bedroom, but took no notice. I walked over to my draw unit and pulled the unit open; I stared down on a neat pile of adult pull-ups – plain white as the one I’ve got on. What shocked me is that there was a large pack of Huggies baby wipes; to wipe my crotch with. I rolled my eyes up in the air. I took of my wet pull-up and placed it into a new large bin that mum placed in the corner of my bedroom. After wiping myself down, which was so humiliating, I’d so hate for my girlfriend to see me like this! I picked up a fresh pull-up and placed my feet into it. I pulled it up to my waist and again a perfect fit – mum must of taken my waist size from my boxer shorts to get the perfect fit for my pull-ups…if she could do that, I’d hate it if things got worse for me.

I arrived down stairs in the front room, for some reason I forgot to wear my PJ bottoms, so I was exposed in a medium tight pull-up and boyish PJ top.

“Aww Tom, you’re so cute.” – Mum said as my eyes blinked – she took a photo on her iPhone!

“Mum, what are you doing?” – I shouted looking at mum holding her iPhone.

“Don’t raise your voice to me young man. I took a picture because I wanted one for my new album.” – Mum firmly told me as she saved her photo on her mobile.

“What new album?” – I worriedly asked.

“That’s my business. I’ll make you a sandwich, watch some TV. I’ll be in soon.” – Mum said as she left the front room for the kitchen.

I was kneeling on the big sofa, looking across the room to the TV. I watched the TV, then like that feeling I had in the car came into my stomach. This Pamper pull-up advert came up for thirty-seconds. My mind went into a infantile trance, my month began to drool as I stared into the TV watching this advert.

“Mummy wow, I’m a big boy now!” – I heard at the end of the advert. I started to feel lost, alone and scared…I had every right to be, for during those thirty-seconds, my bowels had completely dropped: I felt helpless, and there was fuck all I could do…I didn’t even make a run to the toilet…I just kneeled there on the sofa while thick lumps of poo dropped from my ass-hole into my pull-up, I cracked!

“Mummy, please help!” – I shouted in fear, with tears pouring down my cheeks and mushy poo filling up my pull-up. If mum didn’t come soon, the pull-up would leak!

“Yes Tom what is it? Christ, what on earth is that smell, oh my god!” – Mum shouted in shock as she stared at my brown stained bottom.

“Tom, what the hell have you done?” – Mum asked me sternly as her arms were folded in disappointment, still staring at my poo stained pull-up bottom.

“It’s not my fault, you have to believe me. It’s beyond my control, help me please mummy.”
– I begged to my mum still kneeling on the sofa and not moving an inch.

Mum just stared at me with mixed emotions; emotions of nurture and pity that her teenage son has just shat himself in a pull-up with no control. Mum beamed when I called her mummy.

“Tom, I guess we need to move to the next stage…I stage that I thought might happen. Firstly, pull-ups are not the answer for such enigma. Come, let mummy give you a bath, then we can talk about this in detail.” – Mum said giving me a cuddle, wiping my tears of my cheeks with a tissue, then taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom for a deep body wash.


So there I was, 16 years old being led up to the bathroom in a full shitty pull-up by my mum, and the strange and real reason for it is because of that dream. A few days ago, I was playing football (soccer in America) for the school team, I went out on a date with my girlfriend, and helped mum with the hard winter gardening…as I was thinking hard on how real and powerful that dream is having on me; losing control and going into baby trances, mum broke my concentration and I was back into the present moment.

“Okay…hmm…first I’ll need to strip you, dispose of the pull-up – your mess! Then wipe your bottom with lots of baby wipes…I get them from your bedroom don’t move an inch: I don’t want your shit on my bathroom floor. God, I can’t believe how helpless you’ve become in the space of a day: God must of answered my prays.” – Mum said as she left me standing on the bathroom mat, as she went to my bedroom to get the baby wipes. I wanted to protest, but I knew I was in no position to rebel or act like a teenager.

Mum came back with the large pack of Huggies baby wipes, a pair of scissors and two large plastic bags.

“Right Tom, I’ll need to cut the pull-up, if I pull it down with the amount of mess under your bottom; I’ll be covered in shit: and that you don’t want young man.” – Mum sternly told me. I was standing submissively, letting mum do her work and obeyed her orders. It took about 10 minutes before my bottom was cleaned and smelled of baby wipes, and the old pull-up in the plastic bags ready to go to waste. I stood naked from the waist down on the bathroom mat, as mum ran a bath for me.

“Now that’s sorted: bath time!” – Mum cheered. I was silence as a mouse. Just listening to the water…and then as mum poured the Johnston’s baby bubble bath in the bath water.

“Tom, a nice hot bath will clear your anxieties like earlier, come on sweetheart get in.” – Mum ordered as she took my hand…as I did, without my knowing; mum got a tub of Sudocrem nappy cream and with her finger tips she got a lump of it and as I placed one leg into the bath, mum then rubbed the cream into my tight, cute, and baby wiped bottom. Sudocrem is so strong that the scent drifted up into my nose. And guess what? I fell into a babyish trance again. This time half naked!

“…No…oh god…mummy…my tummy hurts” – I whined as I bent forward something was happening to my body and mind, and there was fuck all I could do.

“Nonsense honey, mummy is only making sure your bottom is protected from any type of rash. I know what I’m doing; trust me.” – Mum told me as she finished off spreading the cream into – and around – my bottom.

“Are you going to get into the bath Tom, or do you need mummy to help you?” – Mum jokingly asked me, placing her hands on her hips. I didn’t answer and I started to pee into the bath.

“Tom, sit in that bath now young man!” – Mum commanded me as she got my other leg and placed me into the bath. Some of my pee only went up onto her tiles; if mum didn’t react I guess I would’ve pee on her.

“Mum, I need help, I’m beginning to think and act babyish whenever I see, hear, or smell babyish things. I also had a weird dream last night about an angel telling me that I’ll be losing my teenage abilities and lifestyle that my life is going to change for the younger. I’m scared mummy.” – I sniffed my nose looking up at my mum.

“Look you can’t believe your dreams…you have football training tonight right? After this bath, have another nap, and go out with your friends. Get away from your bedroom and get a change of serenely…” – Mum advised me as she washed me with shower gel not taking any notice of my statement of my dream.

“I think your right mum. I guess I just need to be with like-minded people, instead of being on my own.” – I smiled thinking positive – which was short lived.
“But Tom…you’ll be wearing a nappy to football training, and I’ll be there in case you need a change.” – Mum told me in a serious look.

“I’m not wearing a nappy; no fucking way! I’m the captain of the football team; I can’t go in the changing rooms wearing a nappy. My reputation would be ruined. Plus if you’re there – It’ll be unfair to me and my school life.” – I pleaded with mum as she washed my hair, but it was no use.

“Stand up and let’s get my widdle boy dry.” – Mum cooed. To which I giggled. Mum dried me off and emptied the bath…then she led me naked into my bedroom and made me lay on my bed for a minute.

Mum came back holding a thick disposable nappy and a big bottle of Johnson’s baby powder.

“Tom, until we get to the bottom of this enigma and your loss of control, you’ll be wearing nappies. Like with what happened downstairs with your messy pull-up: you didn’t even try to make it to the toilet; so I’m pleased to announce that the toilet is off limits, and I’m bringing the toilet to you: if you didn’t bother to call me and ask my help to go to the potty, or take the adult way of thinking of going like a big boy: then nappies is the answer; now let’s get your bum-bum into a fresh, clean, soft disposable nappy.” – Mum cooed as she stepped closer.

“Please mum, please I’m not a baby, only baby wear nappies. I’m a big boy!” – I protested begging naked on the floor in tears looking up at my mum.

“Aww sweetheart, there’s lot of teenagers who wear nappies because they have potty problems, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I got these nappies from a website called Cuddlz. There’re the only ones left online, and they only ones I could get before Christmas.” – Mum told me as she stood in front me looking down at me like a helpless toddler.

“But, they have teddy prints, it looks babyish.” – I whined sniffing my nose.

“I know, I chose them, if I’m going to put nappies onto my one and only child, then they’ll have to be the best nappies around and not the crappy common ones – a mistake I made with those adult pull-ups.” – Mum told me with in her own personal displeased mistake.

“Why did you get nappies for me, even before I had wet myself huh?” – I asked mum.

“Just a hunch, like all mums, our nurturing abilities and instincts are the best; they tell us when our babies are not well and need our help. Plus I had a dream a week ago…which was helpful. Now come along, I have to cook dinner and get you ready for football.” – Mum beamed with optimism as she tightly held the nappy in her soft hands.

“I don’t want to go to football.” – I mumbled under my breath.

“Tough I’m taking you if you like it or not. You’re their team captain and you need to show leadership; be number one.” – Mum told me as I stared at her in annoyance.

“Don’t look at me like that young man. You’re the one who needs the nappy: not me. Now lie down like a good little boy; mummy will have your nappy around your waist in no time.” – Mum smiled. I fell onto my back, naked on my bedroom carpet, mum knelt down and put me into a nappy changing position which so embarrassed me, and my ego.

“Mum can you stop talking and cooing to me like a baby please, I feel like a baby when you do that.” – I whinged to mum as she opened up my nappy.

“Well, if you stop calling me ‘Mummy’ when you have your potty problems and are in need of my help and if again you start to act like a teenage boy: then yes I will treat you like a teenager: it works both ways Tom.” – Mum told me as she sprinkled Johnston’s baby powder over my crotch, tummy, chest and thighs. The scent was getting to me; not in a trance sort of way (thank god!) but in a relaxed, homely, and cosy way…an emotion that is slowly engraving into my brain cells.

“Your bottom is well cleaned from a bath and baby wipes, also protected with Sudocrem. But, I need to powder your bottom; roll over for mummy, there’s a good boy.” – Mum cooed to me softly which pissed me off. I was on the floor naked, looking up around my bedroom which scared me, for everything seemed big. Mum powdered my bottom and patted it a few times:

“Such a good boy, mummy loves changing baby Tommy’s bum-bum: yes she does!” – Mum giggled. I turned red in the face out of humiliation. I bit my tongue (I hate being called ‘Tommy’) knowing that if I act and speak like a teenager, without any ‘Mummy’ grammar and baby attitude, then mum would return the same courtesy. Mum rolled me over, without me knowing.

“Nappy time, don’t be shy, I’ve seen it all before, let’s get your bottom nappied for the first time in 12 years, ah what joy it is for me to do this.” – Mum sighed as she placed this thick Cuddlz nappy underneath my bottom, and tighten it around my waist. I was a 16-year-old boy wearing a nappy and was put in one by my own mum.

“Time is now getting on, into bed for a nap; it’s been an emotional morning for you and for me. I wake you up when it’s dinner time.” – Mum told me standing placing the baby powder on to my side unit. I got up and walked towards my bed, wear a thick nappy. My bottom sticks out and the nappy itself makes a noise when I walk…hopefully when I wear my football shorts, and run around, no sod can hear my nappy. I got into my deep warm bed and mum tucked me in as she done hours before:

“Sweet dreams Tommy. Now if you need to go potty? Go in your nappy. I’ll come in to check on you while you’re asleep. Save your energy for football training honey.” – Mum kissed me on my forehead. I quickly drifted off to sleep as mum left my bedroom.


“Tommy time to wake up: its dinner time.” – Mum cooed lightly into my ear as she stood over me.

For the third time in one day I woke up again…and it was third time lucky. I quickly checked my nappy and it was dry! I checked my bed mattress and it too was dry. I sighed with relief.

“Mum, my nappy is dry and I didn’t wet the bed: I knew it was just the stress of my upcoming exams.” – I said proudly taking no notice of that dream.

“Well, then I guess I was wrong. Here you deserve one last chance.” – Mum said giving me a spare pair of boxer shorts.

“Great!” – I rejoiced. Mum looked sad that I didn’t use my nappy.

“I’m still coming to football training with you Tommy.” – Mum told me.

“Sure, fine whatever mum.” – I replied not taking much notice. Mum left my bedroom to see to the dinner. I got up and quickly ripped of that nappy, I felt liberated. I put on my boxer shorts and then placed on a tracksuit top and bottoms, socks and a t-shirt.

I then went downstairs into the kitchen. Mum had dinner at the ready: Pie, chips, and mushy peas. I looked at the clock, we had time to kill: So I and mum had a nice dinner. Around twenty minutes after dinner we headed off to football training. I quickly changed into my shorts, football socks and t-shirt.

“Mum where’s my bag?” – I asked looking around the hallway for my football bag.

“I’ve got it: it’s in safe hands. Now let’s get you to football training.” – Mum replied calmly smirking.
I got into mum’s car as mum placed my football bag into the car boot. Mum then got into the front began to drive us to school. It’s a cold winter’s night, but when I train I’ll get warmed up.

We arrived at school – successfully this time. My school has night lights and three football pitches for the local community teams to use as well. It wasn’t packed only the other lads mums, sisters, and girlfriends were our supporters and fan base. Mum parked her car near the main entrance – close to the training ground and dressing rooms. We both got out.

“I need my bag mum.” – I said going to the car boot.

“Don’t worry about that darling. I carry that: you go and have a catch up with the boys.” – Mum said smiling. So of I went to see my team mates; completely forgetting this morning’s events.

Mum grabbed my football bag and carried it over her strong feminine shoulder then walked over to the wife of the man who is our football manager: Sarah, also known as Mrs. Fields.

“Evening Sarah, how are you?” – Mum asked in her normal friendly tone.

“Hi Joanne, I’m okay thanks, just seeing the boys train and freeze on the side-line.” Sarah smiled.

Sarah Fields: 39-years-old, hospital nurse, short and chunky, curvy with short black hair.

“Sarah, I’ve got a problem; a big one. I couldn’t phone you in case of earwigs. I need your opinion on this matter.” – Mum trustfully spoke to Sarah.

“Sure Joanne. What’s the problem?” – Sarah smiled.

“Tommy woke up in a wet bed this morning, and he wet himself on the way to school, that’s why he didn’t come in today. Then I put him in an adult pull-up just for caution, and I was right, but…” – Mum herself is embarrassed to tell her best friend.

“It’s okay, I’m a nurse remember, I’ve heard and seen it all before in the hospital. You can trust me.” – Sarah smiled giving mum a cuddle.

“Tommy messed his pull-up.” – Mum told Sarah biting her lips.

“Messed? Oh messed in that way, wow! – I’m shocked. What is an accident?” – Sarah asked in amazement and curiosity.

“I think so, he said that something made him do it, can that be right?” – Mum asked Sarah in a naïve way.

“Joanne. I’ve been in the medical business for fifteen-years. Trust me; anything can’t make anyone do something that they don’t want them to.” – Sarah told mum.

“I see…” – Mum said looking confused turning her head away from Sarah.

“My only thought is…” – Sarah held back her thought for a second.

“What?” – Mum asked looking back at Sarah.

“Is that he wants to mess himself.” – Sarah said in a cool and open-minded manner.

“I don’t think so Sarah, he has everything going for himself: football, his girlfriend, exams etc. Next year he’ll be learning to drive. I don’t think he wants to do this on purpose.” – Mum told Sarah in a positive way of thinking, trying to blind herself from the truth.

“Joanne, what else had Tom done today?” – Sarah now asking mum questions that might help out her best friend.

“Well, after the pull-up, before I bathed him, he nearly pissed on me, I had to act quickly. Then after the bath I put him in a nappy…ironically the nappy was clean and dry, I gave him a spare pair of boxer shorts to wear.” – Mum answered truthfully to Sarah.

“Well we both know Tom is a boy scout: he doesn’t take drugs, smoke, and drink alcohol …so they can’t be the fault of his potty training. Then again…there is one other reason, but I don’t want to say it, in case I cause a scene.” – Sarah commented as she turned to her left to leave mum’s presence.

“Hold on. I want to hear this ‘one other reason’.” – Mum said as she grabbed Sarah’s hand.

“Okay, well I had a patient at the hospital one time: a teenage boy Tom’s age, but his mum was treating him like a pure toddler. Talking and acting like one. Her “Excuse” was that he was brain damaged, which was true when I checked up on his file. But before that he was healthy like Tom. The mum said that she caught him on websites to do with being an Adult Baby. She said that her son slowly regressed in all mannerisms: speech, walking, thinking, bladder and bowels. So the mum enforced her son’s wish of babyhood, but in the end he was medically and mentally fucked. He now relies on his mummy. I don’t think Tommy is that sort of lad who wants to be babied again? Is he?” – Sarah asked mum. Mum thought about her answer…

“You might be right, maybe he’s playing with my emotions…maybe he wants to be a baby when it suits him, and not when it suits me. He was drooling earlier, and was calling me ‘Mummy’.” – Mum sighed to Sarah.

“Joanne, if Tom thinks it’s funny to act like a toddler, maybe you need to tell him it’s not otherwise some damage will inflict upon him sooner or later. Look, if things get bad, I know a doctor and she has a free office before the Christmas holiday; bring him in and we’ll do some investigation.” – Sarah smiled holding mum’s hand for comfort.

“You’re a real friend Sarah, thank you for not freaking out.” – Mum thanked Sarah giving her a cuddle.

“Nonsense, I’ve know you and Tom for years, if he is ill, then that’s God’s work. Come on let’s watch our sons train.” – Sarah told mum. Both women walked side-by-side together standing near the dressing room…

This Story is written by Croc

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The Schoolboy by Croc – Chapters 5-8

This Story is written by Croc


I was in the dressing room wear my football training shorts, socks, t-shirt and boots. I was with five other boys waiting for them to get changed.

“Tom, why weren’t you at school today?” – Asked Jake – my best friend – as he stood at the door all ready and waiting for the lads to change.

Jake Fields: 16-years-old, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, great football player.

“I wasn’t well pal, it’s tough to explain.” – I replied not wanting to go into details.

Jake is also my vice-captain. Of course he holds a grudge against me, for me being the team’s captain. Our football side is a 5-a-side squad, not the full 11-a-side soccer team.

“Right lads, you all set?” – Glen Fields – our team manager – cheered as he appeared through the dressing room door.

Glen Fields: 40-years-old, short, bald head, Jake’s dad and Sarah’s husband.

“Not yet guv, another five minutes and we’ll be ready.” – Replied Johnny in his cheeky tone. Glen nodded and left the dressing room.

Johnny Canon: 16-years-old, stocky, strong, joker and class clown of the school…crap football player.

I stood there as time stood still…then it hit me: I know now that my nappy was dry, because I had nothing in my tummy to release…I had a full dinner and now I was scared. I began to sweat from my forehead; my thoughts of anxieties quickly worsened. Then like the remembrance of the changing products scent powered into my focus…I placed my two hands onto both of my bum cheeks:

“Please god, no here, not in front of the boys.” – I whined in desperation as sweat poured from my forehead.

But as I thought my bowels were going to open up, I felt a cold dampness around the crotch of my shorts…I was wetting myself – uncontrollably! Jake walked up to me.

“Tom, I have this plan for our match on Saturday, are you okay mate: what the fuck?” – Jake screamed out as he saw me in a toddler like potty dance with urine pissing out of my crotch and dripping down my pale thighs, out of my shorts.

“Help me, please; I don’t know what to do!” – I cried out loud, knowing that this scene will not go away.

The other boys now dressed in our team’s football kit, froze in disbelieve that their A-Captain
– Their leader – was bending forward in a helpless state wetting himself.

“Little Tommy has potty problems, ha-ha!” – Johnny shouted out pointing to my drenched crotch.

“It’s not my fault!” – I shouted back in tears that were pouring down both my cheeks.

“It’s my fault!” – Mum announced as she stood at the dressing room door holding my football bag.

“Boys, move. I need words with my son.” – Mum told the lads. They all stood silence; knowing that the plot is thickening.

“Mummy…I can explain…I-I-…” – I tried to find the words but my mind went blank and I began drooling fresh saliva from my mouth.

“My instincts were right: I should of brung you to football training in your nappy.” – Mum firmly announced in front of my teammates.

“A nappy; Tommy what’s wrong with you?” – Jake asked in shock.

“Tommy woke up this morning in a wet bed, then on the way to school he wet my car seat, then later after putting him in a pull-up he messed it with lots of poo…oh, and he nearly pissed on me, when I bathed him.” – Mum said to the boys in a confident manner.

“So what is Tommy’s mummy going to do now?” – Said Johnny in a sly remark.

I looked up at mum and I knew what was coming. Mum placed my football bag onto the bench and opened it: She pulled out a fresh packet of Pampers baby wipes, the biggest bottle of Johnston’s baby powder and three thick Cuddlz nappies.

“Well Johnny, Tommy’s mummy is going to put her uncontrolled toddler boy into his nappy…the easy way or the hard way.” – Mum announced as she grabbed hold of a thick Cuddlz nappy.

“Bullshit you will!” – I protested trying to make a run for it.

Mum grabbed my waist and pulled me over her lap. She pulled down my wet shorts and boxer shorts of my person throwing them to one side.

“No little boy of mine will swear to his mummy and in front of his older friends: I was right to pack a few nappies inside your football bag…mummy is always right. Now, I guess I need to re-potty train you: and I can promise you this: You will never wear boxer shorts again or pull-ups: it’s nappies full time…but first Tommy, you need an old school bare bottom spanking for not obeying mummy.” – Mum told me as she held me firmly in place over her thick thighs.

“No mummy please; I’m a big boy!” – I screamed wiggling my waist, kicking my legs in mid-air.

“You will never ever swear at my again! You will also never wear boxer shorts again! Do you understand your mummy? You will do what your mummy tells you! You will address me as ‘Mummy’ from now on! – Mummy commanded spanking my wet bottom about thirty times with her long big hand; both of my bum cheeks were now dark red and stung like fire.

“Yes Mummy! I’m so sorry! Please stop mummy!” – I screamed begging to be let down of her lap. Mummy placed me down onto the cold dressing room floor. I lay on my tummy, holding my bottom and not even daring to look up at mummy or my fellow teammates.

“What’s going on in here?” – Sarah asked as she walked into the dressing room.

“My baby boy had an accident Auntie Sarah.” – Mummy smiled looking down at my red bottom.

“Boys out of the dressing room and onto the pitch now, oh Jake…” – Sarah turned looking to her son Jake.

“Yes mum?” – Jake said looking at his mother.

“You’re the new captain of the team: widdle toddler Tommy won’t be playing football again, let along lead the team while wearing a thick nappy around his waist. Tell your dad what happened in the dressing room. You deserve the captain’s armband son.” – Sarah handing Jake my captain’s armband from my football bag. As Sarah gave Jake a cuddle, Sarah looked down at me smirking. I wiggled my legs and just cried.

“Thank you mum, I know the school needs a real young man to lead the football team.” – Jake replied grinning down at me in pure arrogance of his new position.

“Don’t worry baby Tommy your mummy will sort you out.” – Remarked Johnny in a cocky tone.

“Yes she will Johnny…and I watch your tongue, for shall I ring your mummy up and tell her how nasty you’ve been too little Tommy? I’m sure me and she can arrange for you to be put back into nappies.” – Sarah told Johnny. Johnny shut his mouth and ran out of the dressing room, as did the other boys out of fright.

“Sarah, I think I will check Tommy at your surgery.” – Mummy told Sarah as I held my bottom.

“Sure Joanne, I make it my top priority.” – Sarah smiled.

As I slowly got up, I knelt on my knees and looked up to Mummy and my now Auntie Sarah. A few seconds later a big lump of mushy poo dropped from my bottom: It kept coming out.

“…Mummy!” – I cried screaming.

“Jesus Tommy, I can’t leave you out of nappies for one second!” – Mummy shouted pulling me to one side.

“I can’t believe that a 16-year-old boy has done this: you deserve to be back into nappies.” – Sarah sniggered down at me holding her nose.

“…Oh my God! This is prefect!” – Shouted a girl from the door, taking a picture of me kneeling as more poo left my bottom and dropped onto the dressing room floor.

“Girls: out of here now!” – Sarah commanded as she chased the girls out of the boys’ dressing room.

“Sure Mrs. Fields. This will be a hit on Facebook: and Tommy’s girlfriend will have a lot to say about this.” – Amy, a 15-year-old schoolgirl giggled in fits of laughter, along with her girlfriends as they left the dressing room.

Amy Davies: 15-years-old, petite, brunette, the community’s top babysitter and is studying to become a Nursery nurse…and younger sister to my girlfriend: Chloe.

“Nappy time for toddler Tommy, there, there, lie back and let mummy do her nappy duty for her cute baby boy.” – Mummy cooed softly as she laid me on my back, onto the cold floor, then wiped of the tears from my cheeks.

“Just acknowledge that this is your fate Tommy…and if your health continues to decline; then certain – other changes in your life will have to happen for you to get on the best way possible.” – Mummy softly told me as I lay on my back looking up at the light. I nodded in agreement.

Mummy cleaned my messy bottom and my pissy crotch with Pampers baby wipes: a new scent entered in to my brain cells, just like Huggies baby wipes. Mummy then got a tub of Sudocrem from my football bag, then unlaced my football boots and gave them to Sarah:

“You won’t be using and wearing these for a very long time.” – Sarah smiled as she placed them into Jake’s locker!

Mummy then grabbed hold of my ankles and rubbed it all into my baby wiped bottom: inside my crack, and around my crotch: then she sprinkled baby powder all over my crotch, thighs, and bottom: giving me the personal odour of babyhood. Then mummy placed the thick soft nappy under my powered and clean bottom. I let her nappy me, for I knew another humiliating spanking would happen.

Mummy finished placing a nappy around my waist. I sat on the floor in an adult nappy with teddy prints, Sarah took some baby wipes and cleaned up the poo I did on the floor.

“Mummy, I should have a spare pair of football shorts in my bag, can I have them please?” – I asked – well begged.

“Oh yeah, about that, sorry honey, but when mummy placed your nappies and nappy changing products into your bag: there wasn’t enough room to fit your spare shorts into it. I left it behind at home. You’ll just have to take my hand and walk to the car in your nappied bottom.” – Mummy told me with a wide smile.

“That’s not fair! I can’t go out looking like this!” – I whimpered kicking my feet.

“Well maybe if you went to the potty like a mature teenage boy, then your mummy wouldn’t have to. Here suck on this!” – Sarah firmly told me as she stuck a NUK 5 dummy into my mouth.

“Auntie Sarah is right. You can now suck on that dummy, take it out and it’s another spanking, understood?” – Mummy told me. I nodded yes in a whimper.

“Nice dummy Sarah, where did you get it?” – Mummy asked looking down at me sucking it.

“Well, ironically the mum at the surgery with her teenage baby son gave it to me, when I was ‘looking after him’. I never gave it back; it’s been kept in my coat pocket.” – Sarah smiled looking down at my babyish state.

“Come along Tommy: football practice is now forever over. Let’s go home and put you down for a nice nap.” – Mummy giggled as she took hold of my football bag, placing it over her right shoulder and then with her left hand she took hold of mine, and started to lead me out of the dressing room.

Sarah was behind me, eyeing up my thick nappied bottom. Mummy slowly led me from the dressing room towards the school car park.

“Farewell baby Tommy: enjoy your nappy life!” – Shouted Johnny in fits of giggles.

“Aww: what a cute baby boy holding his mummy’s hand.” – Amy teasingly cooed as she took more pictures of my humiliating state on her iPhone.

Mummy and Sarah, was letting all the humiliation unfold, I bent forward and in front of a group of schoolgirls; I let out another lump of poo into my nappy:

“Mummy was right to put her baby boy back into nappies.” – Mummy beamed out loud as she publicly rubbed the lump of poo around my nappy making it all messy. My face was pouring with tears as I suck my new dummy for comfort.

“You need to get used to nappies full time Tommy; it’s a natural thing for my baby boy.” – Mummy cooed as she continued to spread my fully messed bottom.

“Tommy’s a nappy boy!” – Shouted Kerri, a friend of Amy.

Kerri: 15-years-old, Amy’s best friend, and share the same ambition of wanting to be a Nursery nurse.

“Loser, just wait until your girlfriend sees you and my new collection of pictures.” – Amy giggled with satisfaction as she looked down at me sucking my dummy.

“Oh Amy, I’m sure that future pictures of toddler Tommy will occur…and in much praise.” – Mummy winked at Amy. Amy’s eyes glared with joy. Knowing that I’m soon to have a picture album, and she might be the one who adds to that collection.

Mummy and I got to the car park. She opened the car boot and threw in my football bag. Mummy then opened the back passenger door.

“In you get Tommy. Mummy needs to see her baby boy’s body in the mirror, in case his nappy leaks.” – Mummy told me as she strapped me into the back seat. Mummy shut the door then got into her driving seat.

“Thank you Sarah. For helping me clean up Tommy’s poo.” – Mummy spoke as I’m a helpless little toddler.

“It’s okay Joanne. I’ve raised three boys, they were all messy babies.” – Sarah smiled looking at my babyish state through the car window.

“Will Tommy be coming to school tomorrow?” – Sarah asked mummy. Both women looked at me; mummy in her rear mirror, and Sarah to her left.

“Tommy will be going to school; don’t worry about that.” – Mummy winked. I sucked my dummy hard and fast, as tears poured down my cheeks.

“Excellent, I tell the football team and the girls. Take care.” – Sarah smiled as she walked away.

Mummy round up her car window turned on the car and drove me home…to which another situation happened…

As soon as we walked through the front door, mummy changed my messy nappy on the carpet in the front room; I continued to suck the dummy Sarah shoved into my mouth as mummy again; giving me a deep clean nappy change.

“Right young man; bed time; you can go to bed in just your nappy tonight.” – Mummy ordered me to bed.

“But it’s only 7.00pm.” – I mumbled through the dummy.

“Are you questioning mummy’s command?” – Mummy firmly asked me, staring right into my eyes. I nodded no.

“Come on, Mummy will tuck in her little boy.” – Mummy cooed as she grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom.

As we entered my bedroom, mummy had me lay down onto my bed.

“I need to undress my baby boy’s socks and t-shirt for beddy-byes.” – Mummy cooed as she grabbed my feet and took of my socks. She then pulled off my t-shirt, leaving me in just my thick Cuddlz nappy.

“In the big boy’s bed you go…not for long though” – Mummy smiled as she placed me into my bed and pulled the duvet over me.

“I’m sure you don’t need this at night time.” – Mummy said as she pulled the dummy from my mouth into her pocket.

“Thank you mummy…I-I…” – I muttered trying to make some sense of this whole thing.

“Shhh, mummy hasn’t got to hear your excuses. Tomorrow, you’re back to school.” – Mummy softly told me.

“But mummy, they’ll make fun of me.” – I pleaded to my mummy’s heart.

“In time you’ll get used to it, you can’t spend your life indoors, inside your bedroom. Goodnight Tommy; mummy loves you very much.” – Mummy cooed kissing me on my forehead. Mummy stood up, walked to my bedroom door and then turned out my bedroom light.

As I slowly drifted into a deep sleep, Mummy was downstairs making phone calls…phone calls which only seal my school fate tomorrow…

The Morning came fast and mummy walked into my bedroom, without knocking; it now seemed that my privacy is forever gone.

“My widdle boy is awake, now let mummy check your nappy, there’s a good boy.” – Mummy cooed as she put her fingers into my crotch.

“All dry and clean…but that won’t last long.” – Mummy sniggered. Mummy then went to my wardrobe and got out my school uniform.

“I need to dress you Tommy, but first I need you to wear these.” – Mummy said holding up an item in her hands.

“What on earth are those?” – I asked in fear.

“Plastic pants silly. If you – no – when you mess your nappy at school, I don’t want poo going everywhere, just like what happened in the dressing room. You need protection from both your over loaded poo, and hard-core urine.” – Mummy smiled as she placed the plastic pants over my nappy. I felt babyish, my bottom was sticking out and I couldn’t close my legs; I had to wobble, plus the noise of the plastic was annoying.

“Good boy, not let mummy dress you into your big boy school uniform.” – Mummy cheered as she then dressed me into my school uniform. Once fitted; my bottom was fully exposed with my nappy and plastic pants.

“Come on, mummy needs to clean your teeth.” – Mummy smiled as she dragged me into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

“Mummy, please I can do this myself!” – I protested, but it was fallen on deaf ears. Mummy cleaned my teeth. Then afterwards she held my hand and led me into the kitchen for my porridge.

I sat at the table and thankfully I eat my breakfast and banana without the help of Mummy. Mummy got my schoolbag and placed it onto the table in front of my presence.

“Now, I made phone calls to both the school headmistress and the school matron, I told them both of your potty problems and that you’re in nappies. Hopefully the pictures of last night’s events are across the school, meaning that it’ll be easier for you to acknowledge your present condition; along with everyone at school accepting your use of nappies.” – Mummy giggled.

“Mummy, please, I don’t want to go to school. You said yesterday that I can have the rest of the week off.” – I reminded mummy.

“Oh yes, that’s right I did…” – Mummy beamed. I smiled thinking I might have a chance of not going to school.

“…But that was because of your wetting problems; not your poo problems: you’re going to school.” – Mummy firmly told me. I just whimpered in reply.

“Also, in your school bag, I’ve placed: four thick Cuddlz nappies, the packet of Huggies baby wipes, tube of Sudocrem, and bottle of Johnston’s baby powder…along with your pack lunch.
The Headmistress and Matron are aware that I’ve packed these; so if you need a change, they know where to look.” – Mummy giggled observing her domestic skills of my school bag.

“Oh look at the time; we need to make a move.” – Mummy announced as she got my coat and placed it on me. Mummy then patted my nappied bottom. She grabbed her car keys, as I grabbed my rucksack, we left home, and entered the car, and Mummy ordered me to sit in the back seat from now on. So I did. Mummy turned on the car and off we were, on the way to school; for me to face the babyish and humiliating music…


We arrived at school…and guess what? A crowd of pupils awaited me, to see if the potty poo pictures that have been posted on Facebook by that minx Amy are true, and not fake by Photoshop.

“Please mummy, don’t let me go to school.” – I begged mummy as I sat looking out of the car window at the large crowd.

“Tommy, the sooner you face your peers, the sooner things will be normal…normal for them to see that you’re now a nappy boy.” – Mummy told me. She left her seat to open my door. Mummy opened my side of the car door:

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” – Mummy beamed as she undid my seatbelt.

“No! I’m not going!” – I shouted, standing my ground pushing mummy’s hands away from my seatbelt.

“You’re going into school Tommy in your exposing nappy and plastic pants. Now, that’ll be either the easy way or the humiliating way?” – Mummy cooed at me as she leaned forward looking at me face-to-face.

I lightly whined and got out of the car. Mummy carried by schoolbag then grabbed hold of my right hand then led me into the school’s main entrance, through the crowd of teenagers.

“Ha-ha! Not a tough guy now, hey baby boy?” – Shouted Kerri, a 15-year-old girl who I used to bully…and best friend to Amy.

“Tommy your class is over there: the playgroup!” – Shouted the bitch Amy in a fit of giggles pointing over to the Nursery part of the school.

“I love my new captain role Tommy, that’s for giving it up for a role in nappies.” – Jake remarked in a sly manner as he looked at my nappied bottom.
“Look, he’s holding his mummy’s hand; that’s so cute!” – Commented Roxanne a-red-haired girl from the same class as Amy and Kerri.

I did manage to hold back my tears…for now at least. Mummy led me to the office of my headmistress: Ms. Turner.

Ms. Sharon Turner: 38-year-old, short cropped brunette hair, tall and curvy with a busty chest.

Mummy knocked on the office door, and then we entered. Ms. Turner was standing at her desk.

“Good morning, Mrs. Phelps and little Tommy.” – Ms. Turner giggled holding her hand to her mouth, while eyeing up my nappied bottom.

“Good morning Sharon. As I said on the telephone last night: Tommy is having – well, he can’t control his potty training and he is now wearing nappies. I have placed spare nappies into his schoolbag, along with nappy changing products…I have no doubt he’ll need them.” – Mummy smiled to the headmistress.

“Thank you Joanne. I make sure ALL the teachers and matron is told of Tommy’s present condition before registration in our emergency staff meeting.” – Ms. Turner smiled trying hard not to laugh out loud.

“Sure, I’d be more than grateful if you did that.” – Mummy smiled the same as Ms. Turner also trying not to laugh at me.

“Look at the time: it’s time for the emergency meeting. Tommy be a good little boy and wait in the library. After my meeting, I’ll collect you and take you to class myself.” – Ms. Turner smirked.

I looked up at mummy.

“Go on, do as you’re told. Mummy will pick you up later…or sooner if things decline.” – Mummy giggled.

“Decline in what way?” – I asked feeling lost, scared, and alone.

“Library: now!” – Mummy ordered me. I turned then mummy rushed over to me before I left Ms. Turner’s office.

“Now be a brave boy, and remember mummy loves you.” – Mummy announced out loud, kissing me on my cheek and patting my exposed nappied bottom. I left the office and made a humiliating walk to the library carrying my schoolbag.

“Sharon, you have my permission do you want you have to do to maternal discipline Tommy, for is he takes liberties at school, he might inflict that at home; and that I don’t want.” – Mummy told Ms. Turner.

“I understand fully Mrs. Phelps. I used to be a Nursery teacher for certain boys…nappy changes comes with the job…along with maternal discipline.” – Ms. Turner smirked.

Mummy left Ms. Turner’s office to walk back towards her car. Ms. Turner then quickly left to announce this gossip of news to her staff…


Mummy was in the school car park walking towards her car:

“Joanne, wait!” – Shouted a teenage girl. Mummy turned round to see who it was.

“Ah Chloe, how are you, I haven’t heard or seen from you in days.” – Mummy spoke to Chloe.

Chloe Davies: 16-years-old, petite, intelligent, black-haired, natural body; the most popular schoolgirl in the school, very ambitious: she wants to be a glamour model.

“I’ve been busy studying for my exams. Is it true about Tommy, about him back in nappies?” – Chloe asked disappointingly.

“It is true, I’m afraid. It’s the only option for a mum to do, is to put her son back into nappies…though at first I thought it was normal bedwetting…then he wetted the car seat yesterday morning, then messed his pull-up, nearly pissed on me when I gave him a bath, then he made a massive poo on the football dressing room floor.” – Mummy told Chloe rolling her eyes like it’s a normal thing boys do.

“I see. Where is Tommy?” – Chloe asked Mummy with an incentive manner.

“He is waiting in the library darling, waiting for Ms. Turner after she announces Tommy’s condition and presence to the whole of the school staff.” – Mummy rejoiced.

“I think that’s the best thing to do: to get it all out into the open.” – Chloe said with a half-smile.

“You look disappointed that Tommy’s back in nappies?” – Mummy asked Chloe in a caring tone.

“I need to talk to my boyfriend in private about this.” – Chloe strongly replied.

“I understand. It must be hard for you…to find out from another source about Tommy’s new fond position.” – Mummy softly spoke giving Chloe a hug.

“My sister Amy is a right minx! She posted those pictures on Facebook: tagged Tommy and even text me the pictures, before she exposed them all.” – Chloe said as she was lost for words.

“I don’t hold a grudge against Amy; she was in her right to do that: it is a free country, also Tommy’s new status couldn’t be kept a secret forever.” – Mummy softly told Chloe.

“Thank you Joanne. But promise me, that after me and Tommy talk, you’ll be there for him.” – Chloe pleaded to Mummy.

“Sure, I understand fully.” – Mummy said confidently knowing the mind and emotions of a teenage girl, for she was the same once; about twenty years ago.

“Thank you Joanne. I speak to you soon.” – Chloe said confidently as she walked off making way for the school library. Mummy got into her car and drove home…to make a few changes herself…


Ms. Turner walked into the packed school staff room; some teachers and staff were sitting in their chairs or standing to attention; waiting for to hear from their headmistress.

“Good morning everyone, may I have your direct attention please…you’re all going to love this piece of gossip I have to declare.” – Ms. Turner announced to the staff. The school staff froze and stared at their headmistress.

“Right then, we all know of Tommy Phelps.” – Ms. Turner giggled.

“I do the arrogant little sod.” – Commented Mrs. Keys my form tutor in a snigger of displeasure.

“What about him Ms. Turner?” – Asked Mr. Walker my P.E. teacher in his strong manly voice.

All the staff, was now eyeing Ms. Turner’s mouth:

“Well, there’s no way to say it; except to say it bluntly: his mother – mummy has put him back into nappies and plastic pants for the time being.” – Ms. Turner finally exploded with laughter.

Some of the staff gasped in shock.

“Tommy’s wearing what?” – Asked Emma, the school’s matron in disbelief.

Emma Grayson: 28-years-old, short, kind, beautiful image and face (most of the boys fancy her) professional nurse, been school matron for three years now: single and no children.

“Tommy’s wearing thick patted disposable nappies and huge plastic pants Emma.” – Ms. Turner replied telling the young matron the truth. Emma’s jaw dropped and was speechless.

“I can’t believe a promising young man like Tommy, wants to give up his ambitions for playing Premier League football to become a nappy boy.” – Spoke Mr. Walker my P.E. teacher shaking his head in shock.

“Frank, it could be because of an illness, right Sharon?” – Emma asked Ms. Turner.

“I don’t think it is Emma, sorry.” – Ms. Turner sharply replied to matron.

“How can you be sure?” – Asked Mr. Walker. The entire school teachers looked to Ms. Turner for an answer.

“Mrs. Phelps telephoned me last night, and she believes that Tommy is a secret Teen Baby, they call it ‘Infantilism’. I mean, how can one healthy teenage boy one in one day lose all potty control? Come on staff!” – Ms. Turner commented holding her hands in mid-air. The entire staff nodded in agreement and with disappointment.

“What is the plan? He is in my form? I will not be changing his nappies, no way!” – Mrs. Keys said to Ms. Turner.

“Calm down Alice…Mrs. Phelps has told me to move Tommy into another class for today. Tommy won’t come back to this part of the school again – and for this week before the Christmas break.” – Ms. Turner replied. Mrs. Keys nodded with relief.

“Does he have spare nappies to change into?” –Emma asked thinking of my needs.

“Sure, his mummy has supplied all that with him, in his schoolbag.” – Ms. Turner giggled.

“What about the other pupils who tease Tommy?” – Mrs. Keys asked. The school staff nodded in agreement.

“Mrs. Phelps says its make Tommy a ‘tougher man’ – I find that hard to believe if he is in nappies. Mrs. Phelps has also given us “locus parentis” meaning in place of a parent; full power of “maternal discipline” to use on Tommy should be become a naughty boy.” – Ms. Turner declared to her flock of staff, in which the female staff members raised their eyebrows in a direct aim of their own.

“So apart from that, all is normal and we break up for Christmas in 2 days?” – Spoke Mrs. Keys directing my problem onto another.

“Indeed, all is well. Just remember the new retard centre opens on January 6th 2014.” – Ms. Turner bluntly commented.

“Sharon, it’s not a retard centre, it a big nursery for teenagers who are disabled both mentally and physically. Anyway, the Chancellor announced in his Autumn Statement that we’re the first to help our community in this way.” – Emma proudly told the staff in a nurturing manner, to which Mr. Walker and the other male staff turned their heads away; not caring for the sentimental side of things.

“Right then, the registration bell is about to be raised, I’m off to the library to ‘talk’ with Tommy. I see you at lunch time; dismissed!” – Ms. Turner smiled in her powerful leading role of the school.

Like clockwork the school bell rang and the teachers left with a dazed and puzzled look about my nappied condition. Ms. Turner then made her journey to meet me in the school library…

This Story is written by Croc

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The Schoolboy by Croc – Chapters 9-13

This Story is written by Croc


There I was: sitting on a chair in the school library all alone…the crinkle of my thick padded nappy and awful plastic pants always drew attention to me; but by now I couldn’t give a fuck. As the pupils left for registration they sniggered behind my back; I was no doubt the talk of the school. Then the love of my young life came in to greet me in a peculiar way;

“Hello Tommy how are you feeling?” – Chloe asked me as she gave me a strong cuddle and placed her left hand on my nappied bottom, pinching it.

“Bad Chloe, I don’t know how this came about…I guess you’ve seen the pictures?” – I humiliating asked my girlfriend.

“I have. Amy is a really good photographer. I’m not shocked by it, though I have thought twice about us – about our relationship.” – Chloe said as she sat down next to me holding both of my hands.

“Are relationship is fine…right?” – I asked nervously.

“No we’re not fine Tommy. Look, let’s be frank: it’s not me, it’s you. You only let me kiss you and not go pass ‘First Base’. I wanted more emotion and love from you; you were too wrapped up in your football ambition bubble. Plus I’m not the kind of girlfriend who would change her boyfriend’s nappies; I’m too ambitious with my modelling career; I don’t want to end up as a single mum on benefits or devoting my time to care for you or a real baby. I hope you understand?” – Chloe kindly and softly spoke to me with truth.

“Are you dumping me?” – I asked bluntly.

“Yes I am. It was never going to work between us, and it sure won’t when now you’re back in nappies. But, a one of Amy’s girlfriends does fancy you: even more so now that you’re in nappies: I’ll put in a good word for you; believe me Tommy: I’ll be doing you a favour. Most teenage girls wouldn’t bother with a nappy boy like you…also Jake has asked me out on a date. He is now the new football captain and it’ll good for my image to be seen with him and not a loser in nappies. I doubt we’ll see each-other again, but I’ll keep an eye out on you…and future pictures.” – Chloe heartlessly told me; looking at my sad face and smirking deep into my gutted eyes.

Chloe then stood up from her chair and I automatically dropped to my knees, with my face at her flat black school shoes. I looked up, past her black tights, and short grey mini-skirt, up past her tight white school shirt and red tie into her perfect and cute face:

“Please Chloe, don’t do this to me; I need you, now, more than ever. We can work please give me one last chance!” – I begged Chloe holding her tiny feet. Chloe liked the attention and milked it:

“Aww, Tommy. I know you need someone now more than ever…that’s why your mummy has been so kind towards you and your condition; you’ll need to come to terms that things are only going to decline. I speak to Amy and her girlfriends; I’m sure your mummy will let them babysit you and change your messy nappies?” – Chloe giggled looking down at me.

“Don’t you, dare!” – I shouted tearing up at my now ex-girlfriend.

“What-what’s that smell?” – Chloe said sniffing the air…then looked down at me.

“Did baby boy make a stinky?” – Chloe teased at me in a soft cooing tone.

“Of course not: I’d know if I use my nappy or not!” – I firmly told Chloe making out that I can control my toilet training…though I thought about what she just said, so still kneeling on the floor I placed my two hands onto my nappied bottom and it was filling up!

“I want my Mummy!” – I screamed at the top of my lungs as I hold my nappied bottom as it was filling up with my shit.

“Classic, I need to take a video of this.” – Chloe laughed out loud as she pulled out her iPhone, then quickly started to record a video of me on my knees cry for my mummy.

“Mummy where are you?” – I cried as tears poured down my face.

“Mummy’s at home, she left her sweet baby boy at a school for big boys and girls.” – Chloe cooed as she kept recording me on the floor.

Then Ms. Turner walked into the library!

“Morning Ms. Davis, what are you doing? – Jesus! – What’s that fucking smell?” – Ms. Turner asked out loud knowing it was me. Chloe recorded Ms. Turner’s entrance and giggled.

“Tommy, come here now!” – Ms. Turner commanded. I shook my head no.

Ms. Turner grabbed my schoolbag from the table me and Chloe were sitting and opened it; Chloe still recording this on her iPhone.

“If you’re not old enough to walk to an adult when needing a nappy change, then the adult will come to you like a babysitter to a baby boy.” – Ms. Turner firmly declared holding a fresh thick Cuddlz nappy in her right hand. She then walked over to me and knelt down to my level.

“Give me your feet you naughty boy.” – Ms. Turner commanded as I was not giving her my feet. Then with all her might Ms. Turner reached out with her arms and grabbed my feet, forcing me to sit on my now messy bottom, she pulled me forward to her thighs – making me to look helpless and weak.

“Lie down baby boy; you need a fresh nappy for you have made a stinky.” – Ms. Turner cooed to me and in front of Chloe’s mobile.

“Please don’t record this. I want my mummy.” – I cried with tears pouring down my cheeks, along with a sniffy nose.

“Chloe you sister Amy and her friends are studying for the G.C.S.E. in Childcare right?” – Ms. Turner asked as I lay on my back on the library floor.

“Yes headmistress, the girls are the only ones in the whole school who want to learn about childcare, and even want to work in the new teen Nursery centre in the New Year.” – Chloe laughed in a fit of giggles.

“You hear that Tommy. This video is to help our teenage girls about being a babysitter and to change a teenage boy’s messy nappy. It’s for the best interest of the girls’ education…and for the school’s reputation. You’re doing us a favour young man. Now let’s get you into a clean nappy.” – Ms. Turner softly told me. I gave up. I just let her do it.

Ms. Turner unlaced my school shoes then pulled of my white socks and placed them into my schoolbag. She then unzipped my grey school trousers and pulled them off; throwing them behind her back. She then pulled off my plastic pants – mummy was right: it has some poo on them – Chloe zoomed in on the plastic pants as Ms. Turner held them high in the sky.

“Looks like your mummy need to invest in more plastic pants for her baby boy.” – Ms. Turner told me as she threw them behind her back, as she did with my trousers.

“Chloe get a good shot of this.” Ms. Turner commanded to Chloe as she knelt on the library floor looking up at Chloe’s iPhone.

“Girls this is how you change a messy boy’s nappy – a teenage boy’s nappy I might add.” – Ms. Turner smirked directly into Chloe’s mobile.

“The trick is to make sure the boy is calm and that he feels it’s natural for women to change his bottom.” – Ms. Turner commented as she ripped of the front tapes to my nappy, then pulling it back, exposing my messy bottom and crotch.

“First girls, it’s the baby wipes. You take the baby wipes then wipe all areas of the boy’s crotch first. After, proceed into his cute bottom, even in his bum crack. Now we are in the school library and not in the boy’s nursery; for he would have a changing mat – or table – but having a toddler and a messy one at that: nappy changes can happen at any place and any time. So you’ll have to learn how to change a nappy, without the proper equipment.” – Ms. Turner smiled again into the camera. She then grabbed a huge amount of Huggies baby wipes, then proceed to wipe my crotch then grabbed another hand full of baby wipes and cleaned my bottom up. I just stared up at the ceiling; trying to tell myself that this one big fucking nightmare.

“Next is to take the dirty nappy, fold it up and put it into a nappy bag, then into the bin. Like so.” – Ms. Turner got a plastic bag from my schoolbag and placed my messy nappy into it.

“So girls, now that the boy is wiped down, next is nappy rash cream. The best one to use, like Tommy’s mummy uses is Sudocrem. The scent is strong and if a nappy boy is naked you can tell by this scent that he wears and uses nappies: just a piece of advice for your G.C.S.E.” – Ms. Turner smiled again into the camera. She then grabbed the tub of Sudocrem then – like mummy – placed her right fingers into it, and with her left and my weak ankles she held them into the air and rubbed the Sudocrem into my crotch and then into my bottom: everywhere.

“This girls, is easy you’ll need to make sure that the boy’s bottom and crotch is covered with this; otherwise; he’ll develop nappy rash: and widdle Tommy doesn’t want that does he? No

he does not.” – Ms. Turner cooed at me through my upped legs as she held them. I lightly turned on the water-works.

Ms. Turner placed my legs down.

“Girls, then get a baby wipe and wipe your hands down to get rid of the Sudocrem scent. Otherwise it might overtake your own personal girly deodorant.” – Ms. Turner winked into Chloe’s mobile. Chloe giggled.

“Next is baby powder. In my opinion, Johnston’s baby powder is strong, cheap and does the job. You can either sprinkle the baby powder all over the widdle boy’s crotch and bottom, or pour some into your hands and slowly rub it in: everywhere. Now, you can use baby oil, but that is normally used after baby boy has a bath.” – Ms. Turner told her soon-to-be viewers into Chloe’s mobile.
“Turn over on your tummy Tommy, there’s a good widdle boy.” – I turned over, exposing my cute, tight, and pale bottom into the presence of the school headmistress, my ex-girlfriend, and the mobile recording.

“Girls, most baby boys of Tommy’s age, grow and have a cute bottom. I’m rubbing Johnston’s baby powder into my hand and I’m taking my time rubbing it into Tommy’s bottom. Reasons for this, is because, you need to look after the baby’s skin, protecting it against his own poo and wee…and it contains a powerful scent. The baby’s skin will become so smooth and soft, that changing nappies will become a joy and a give us women a nurturing emotion of excitement.” – Ms. Turner said as she patted my bottom.

I rolled back over and my crotch was in her face.

“Now word of caution girls: some boys of Tommy’s age can get excited and form erections. It’s natural for boys to do this…though Tommy can form one: can he Chloe?” – Ms. Turner said looking pass the mobile into Chloe’s eyes.

“Certainly not: we only dated for a month, and only kissed a few time. Tommy’s lips are just as soft as his bottom though.” – Chloe giggled in a fit of laughter. So did Ms. Turner.

“Girls, it’s important also to keep a boy of Tommy’s age hairless: pubeless I mean. And when I next see his mummy, I’ll remind her.” – Ms. Turner smirked down at me.

I sniffed my nose, knowing that I will indeed become completely hairless and with the video evidence; there’s no way I could talk my way out of it with mummy.

“Finally: the nappy. First you open it and stretch it out, from all corners; girls do remember; which is the front of the nappy and which is the back. It can sometime be confusing; especially over time when one changes different nappy makes and sizes.” – Ms. Turner said rolling her eyes into the air.

“Bottom up, come on darling, let’s get you into your thick padded bottom.” – Ms. Turner cooed as she placed the thick Cuddlz nappy underneath my bottom.

“Then girls, you make sure the nappy fits rightly around the boy’s waist. Then you take the nappy tapes and tight the nappy around his waist. There you are girls: a live recorded nappy change, now if you want to ask me questions, please write them to my office.” – Ms. Turner smiled into the mobile: Chloe then finished the recording on her mobile.

“Headmistress you’re a pro at this.” – Chloe said being impressed with her new video, of the school headmistress changing her ex-boyfriend’s messy nappy.

“Chloe, I’ve got experience of nappy boys like Tommy here. It’s natural to us women to change nappies. One day after you have a successful modelling career, your maternal instincts will kick in and then you’d want a baby of your own. Keep the video for the future Chloe; it’ll remind you on the difference between a man and a loser.” – Ms Turner smirked deviously down upon me.

“I will Ms. Turner. Later I make you a copy, after I’ve upload it onto Facebook and YouTube.” – Chloe giggled looking down at me lying in my fresh nappy.

“I’d like that. I’ll also upload it onto the school website, to promote our new Nursery centre in the New Year. Now, get to class Chloe, I’d like to see my girls get good grades.” – Ms. Turner smiled towards Chloe.

“Sure, headmistress. Oh, can I tell and show my classmates the video.” – Chloe asked as she stood at the door about to exit.

“The more the merrier: go for it.” – Ms. Turner replied with a long grin. Chloe left waving her mobile at me, then blew me a kiss and left the library laughing out loud.

“Now then widdle Tommy, let’s get you to matron’s office…” – Ms. Turner said as she grabbed my trousers throwing them into my schoolbag along with my shoes, socks and nappy changing products. Ms. Turner got the used baby wipes and put them into the nappy bag. She then put the nappy bag into the library’s bin. Ms. Turner carried my schoolbag over her shoulder then grabbed my hand and began to lead my out of the school library; down the warm carpet corridor, towards matron’s office with me wearing my school shirt, blazer and thick Cuddlz nappy…


Ms. Turner holding tightly onto my right hand and pulled me along the corridor…it’s humiliating because not only am I wearing a thick Cuddlz nappy – fully exposed, but also because I am one of the tallest pupils in the school, so it’s obvious that I’m a teenager wearing a thick babyish nappy and not a young boy.

We arrived at matron’s office and entered:

“Hello Emma, sorry to disturb but I’ve just changed Tommy’s smelly and messy nappy in the library…Tommy’s ex-girlfriend: Chloe Davis videoed it on her iPhone; she’s going to give me a copy, so I can promote the new Nursery building for the New Year on the school’s website, and to make a positive message about the G.C.S.E. in Childcare; to guide the girls in dealing with children and to encourage more girls to study the cause.” – Ms. Turner announced humiliating me while holding my hand.

“I bet that was nice to film? Aww, you poor boy…at least you’re in a clean nappy; that what matters huh?” – Emma cooed softly looking at me.

I nodded in agreement as tears lightly poured down my facial cheeks.

“Emma, I’m leaving Tommy with you for a while, I need to ring his mummy and tell her what a messy boy she has…also to advise her to remove Tommy’s pubic hair.” – Ms. Turner sniggered down at me.

“No need headmistress: I have Veet here – The shower is back working, I can shower him and rid him of his hair; it’ll be a big help for Mrs. Phelps.” – Emma smiled at me.

“Okay, I’ll call Mrs. Phelps and tell her that her baby boy made a messy nappy, wanted to be filmed by his ex-girlfriend and that you’re going to give him a shower: making him pubeless.” – Ms. Turner told Emma knowing all is bullshit.

“You lie! I never wanted to be filmed; I’m going to tell my mummy the truth when I see her!” – I protested pulling my hand away from Ms. Turner’s hard grip.

“Oh no, you won’t, you see, if you tell your mummy the truth: I’ll make sure a full public nappy changing display will occur in front of the whole school in the assembly hall. Besides, you’re mummy is not going to believe her toddler boy over a well-respected headmistress of the community is she?” – Ms. Turner giggled while smirking at me standing in my nappy and school blazer.

“I want to go home!” – I cried out loud stamping my bear feet.

“Emma, give the baby boy a shower, I’ll be back in half-an-hour okay.” – Ms. Turner said to the school matron as she left the room.

“Sure. Come along Tommy let’s get you showered and pubeless.” – Emma said as she lightly took my hand and led me to the private shower room in her office.

“Oh my, you’re a heavy wetter.” – Emma announced as she felt my nappy crotch.

“What?” – I gasped as I looked down seeing Emma’s hand patting the front of my wet crotch.

“This isn’t real, I’m a big boy damn it!” – I whined out loud.

“Aww darling, big boys use the potty or the toilet; you cannot. It is perfectly fine Tommy; I used to be a nurse for teenagers with special needs: most who’d worn nappies 24/7. I changed them on a regular basis. Come on let’s get this wet and damp nappy off before you get a nappy rash: and believe me; you don’t want that.” – Emma softly spoke to me as I was a toddler and not a teenage boy.

Emma and I were standing in her office. Emma ripped of my wet nappy; my cock was shrivelled up, Emma giggled at seeing my baby cock. She got back into her professional matron status and undressed me.
I stood naked in front of school matron: relating to the fantasies of the boys at school. Emma took my nappy and threw it in the bin. Emma began to undress me: She threw my blazer, tie, and shirt into my schoolbag which was on her desk. Emma then left the room for a second, returning with a bottle of Veet in one hand.

Emma then grabbed my hand with her spare hand and led me into the shower part of her office. Emma turned on the shower and warm water came out ready to begin her duty:

“Right then, young man I need to rub this in everywhere around your body – including your bum crack: I want to make a good impression on your mummy; for if I do, I want her to ask me to be your personal nurse: would toddler Tommy like that? A fine, elegant young lady like me nursing you and change your nappies hmm?” – Emma cooed with a giggle.

I stood still and remained speechless. Emma poured that sticky Veet over my young body: armpits, chest, tummy, back, thighs, arms, crotch, bum and bum crack. I stood for 6 minutes for Veet to do its thing. Emma led me to the shower and under it I went: It was nice and warm; I felt at home. Then I felt Emma’s hand going around me with some plastic scrapper.

After 10 minutes Emma turned off the shower, she stood there holding a massive thick white towel and started to dry me; which felt loving and nice. After Emma dried me, she grabbed my hand and led me naked into the surgery section of her office. I looked into the mirror and I saw that my whole body is now pubeless; not an inch of public hair remained on my body. I placed my hands onto my skin; I felt babyish, naked, and helpless. My skin was pure smooth and soft; I started to blush.

Emma went to get my schoolbag in the other room, as she was away I had a shock.

“Ha-ha, 100% pubeless just like a toddler: smiled for Auntie Amy!” – Laughed Amy as she took a picture of me naked – naked while I didn’t cover-up my crotch with one of my hands.

“You fucking bitch! Stop this!” – I shouted in a whinny tone.

“Aww is toddler Tommy having a tantrum? Maybe I should post these new pubeless pictures of widdle Tommy to my girlfriends, and post them onto Facebook?” – Amy cooed wickedly.

“Please don’t Amy. Why are you so wicked towards me?” – I asked Amy in a begging tone of voice.

“Because I believe that boys should be kept in nappies 24/7. I also believe us girls should baby them always; you’re the great example of a baby boyfriend: my sister was a mug to dump you: I wouldn’t have. But you’re not my type of boyfriend. I do enjoy seeing you cry and crawl around in a messy nappy…I know that you want to be a toddler Tommy, it’s pointless to deny it; how can a healthy teenage boy all of a sudden turn ill and act babyish?” – Amy bluntly told me.

Before I could answer Emma came back holding up a fresh nappy, bottle of Johnston’s baby power, and the packet of Huggies baby wipes.

“Aww, does widdle Tommy have a girlfriend?” – Emma cooed teasing me.

“I’m not his girlfriend, but I’d love to be his babysitter!” – Amy beamed in joy.

“Fuck you!” – I shouted and before I could make a rash exit (naked) Amy grabbed my left ear and pulled me back – it fucking hurt. Matron Emma placed her arms around my waist: I was trapped!

“Let me go you fat sluts!” – I shouted. In truth both Amy and Emma are good looking and not fat…maybe sluts, but calling a girl fat is below the belt: I shouted it in panic, and I was going to regret it.

“Fat are we toddler boy? Well you shall feel the force of our flabby hands then?” – Emma commented as she placed my cute bottom over her gorgeous thighs.

“No, I’m a big boy! Someone help me!” – I shouted…but there’s no answer, no-one to hear my screams, for they are in class.

“Amy, close the door and take out your iPhone: I want you to record this. I want to teach and show the girls on how to deal with rude and naughty little boys.” – Emma firmly commanded Amy as I lay naked across her lap.

“Make sure you get Tommy’s nappy and changing products in full view.” – Emma advised Amy.

“Sure miss.” – Amy giggled who then moved her iPhone into the correct angle position. Amy began to record and gave the thumbs up sign to Emma.

“Morning girls, like with Tommy’s mess nappy changing video, here is tommy’s bare bottom spanking video. Now I know you’ve babysat before, but for any future boyfriends who call you ugly, fat or common – with no respect towards your emotions etc. Spanking them would command you’re dominance and make sure you’re a young lady not to mess with.” – Emma announced into Amy’s camera.

Emma got her soft hand and rubbed my bottom.

“Now first you rub your boy’s bottom softly. It prepares the boy’s bottom that it’s about to be spanked: hard. Also coo like a mum to the boy like a he is a baby. With Tommy here, he is an overgrown toddler. Just look at his skin and body: completely hairless.” – Emma stated.

Amy then moved her iPhone closer to all parts of my body as I lay across Emma’s lap.

“Next, make sure with one leg that you trap one the boy’s thighs, for he cannot escape. Then pull his hair like-so, and before spanking him tell him how naughty he is.” – Emma smiled as she pulled back the hair on my head.

“Right widdle Tommy, you swore at both me and Amy, and called us fat and disrespect us; when we’re the ones who change your wet and shitty nappies!” – Emma shouted at me.
Smack – Smack – Smack

Emma firmly spanked my bottom; on both of my butt cheeks.

“I’m sworry, let me go please…” – I cried in a babyish tone pleading for mercy.

“Tough! You dished out dirty manners, so you’ll take a dirty spanking widdle boy!” – Emma shouted again as she carried on spanking me.

“Mummy!” – I cried as my pale bottom turned dark red.

“Now stand up and don’t you dare move.” – Emma commanded me as she lifted me from her lap. I stood holding my bottom in pain.

“Amy, come on.” – Emma said to Amy confidently.

“Er…Matron.” – Amy asked in confusing tone.

“I spanked him for being rude to me, but Tommy was also rude towards you. It’s your turn to spank his bottom. Give me the mobile.” – Emma said holding out her hand. Amy quickly gave Emma her mobile, Emma continued to film.

Amy sat on the chair, and then looked at me.

“Come on Tommy, the sooner it’s over with the sooner I’ll put you in your nappy.” – Amy giggled – milking her star recording.

I went over to Amy; the petite schoolgirl and after her positioning me over her lap: she began.

“How dare you call me fat you grovelling nappy boy!” – Amy shouted as she spanked my already burning bottom from Emma.

“Please stop!” – I whined in pain of humiliation.

“Admit it Tommy! I want you to announce it on film!” – Amy shouted as she continued spanking my bottom away.

“No!” – I cried out loud in my toddler tantrum rant wiggling my left leg which is free from her tight cute thighs.

“I’ve got all day baby boy! You naughty pathetic little boy! Say it! Admit the truth!” – Amy shouted spanking my bottom faster and harder.

“I’m a baby! I want to wear nappies! I want to be a baby boy for my mummy!” – I falsely shouted out loud on Amy’s lap, in front of Emma and on film, which isn’t the real reason for my potty problems; but the recording proves it, that it is.

“Good boy, who’s a good boy for Auntie Amy?” – Amy cooed to me as she rubbed my bottom softly. I sniffed my nose which had snot coming down.

“Don’t speak too soon Amy.” – Emma giggled zooming in on Amy’s lap.

“Jesus! Just like a baby, I knew it!” – Amy shouted as she threw me of her lap, leaving me lying naked on my tummy on the carpet.

“You see girls, what boys are truly like?” – Emma commented into the iPhone then zoomed towards Amy as she stands.

“Nappies, is the only place naughty boys should have as punishment…look at my skirt!” – Amy shouted into the iPhone, pointing to her wet school skirt.

“And that concludes today’s lesson of toddler Tommy’s videos.” – Emma giggled into the iPhone then stopped recording.

“Amy there’s a spare school skirt in the other room, go to the girl’s toilet and change skirts. I get Tommy into his nappy. Take your mobile; remember to send Ms. Turner a copy.” – Emma smiled as she hand back Amy’s iPhone.

“Thank you matron; I sure will. I see you later baby.” – Amy rejoiced as she left matron’s office.

“Come Tommy, all un-potty-trained boys have bladder and bowel troubles now let’s get you into your fresh nappy huh?” – Emma cooed as she grabbed the thick Cuddlz nappy and changing products.


I lay there on the floor as Ms. Grayson – Emma – the school matron nappies my bottom.

“Legs-up, there’s a good boy.” – Emma cooed and she held my ankles high in the air in one hand and with another grabbed a cold Huggies baby wipes and wiped my bottom and crotch clean…she did this for a while; grabbing colder baby wipes. She then rubbed in some Sudocrem into my bottom and crotch…finishing off with pouring lots of Johnston’s baby powder onto my bottom and crotch; then personally – taking her time – rubbing it into my skin; deep into my pubeless and smooth body.

Emma lifted my legs again and placed the thick Cuddlz nappy underneath my bottom, then tightening it around my waist.

“A nappied baby is a happy baby; as they say.” – Emma giggled with beaming joy at my submissive state. As I lay on the floor my mind went into a trance; I struggled to stand…I was scared…more scared now that Ms. Turner returned…

“Well, what happened while I was away?” – Ms. Turned asked Emma, looking down at me on the floor.

“Tommy is now completely hairless, I had to spank his naughty little bottom…so did Amy Davis; Tommy insulted the both of us. Amy filmed it on her iPhone…like her sister she is going to post it online and you a copy to help promote the new nursery on the school’s website.” – Emma replied smiling scoring points with her boss.

“Brilliant. I can’t wait to view it. Now, I’ve spoken to Tommy’s mummy and she is okay – in fact she insisted that Tommy should be hairless. Mrs. Phelps is also impressed with you Emma.” – Ms. Turner told the school matron. Emma smiled…she wants to become my personal nurse…for some reason.

“Okay Tommy lie still, I’ll get you your clothes then dress you.” – Emma smiled down at me as I sat naked in just my thick Cuddlz nappy. Emma walked over to my schoolbag on her desk:

“That’s weird; your clothes were here not long ago.” – Emma commented to herself as she searched my schoolbag.

“Amy took them!” – I shouted from the other room in embarrassment.

“That little madam: She has as well!” – Emma said with an anger look across her face.

“I asked Amy to take them Emma, then give them to the school caretaker and dump them into the school garbage bins…I convinced Mrs. Phelps that with Tommy in nappies and needing changes; a school uniform wouldn’t work. So, I suggested that Tommy wears suitable clothing for his nappies…and which also suits his infantile mannerisms: a sleeper!” – Ms. Turner announced to Emma in a devious giggle.

“That’s a good suggestion headmistress.” – Emma giggled as Ms. Turner held up a full one-sized baby blue sleeper.

“He’ll look so cute in this.” – Emma commented clapping her hands. Both teachers walked into the room where I was sitting; I overheard their chat and giggling.

“Tommy, your mummy thinks it’s best that you wear this from now on.” – Ms. Turner laughed down at me as I looked up at the light baby blue one-sized sleeper…which had a zip on the back, and built-in socks and mittens, so I couldn’t use my hands and feet.

“I want my school uniform! I’m 16!” – I protested trying to stand on my legs but I dropped to the floor on my nappied butt.

“Ha-ha! 16? Yeah right, look at you, you can’t even stand right…looks like we need to dress you, as well as change you. Come on, be a good baby boy and let us put this on you.” – Ms. Turner told me.
Both the school headmistress and matron laid me onto my back and then dressed me into this humiliating and trapped piece of clothing.

“There we go, who’s such a good looking handsome baby boy for his headmistress and matron, hmm?” – Ms. Turner cooed as she zipped up the back of my sleeper.

I tried to stand but couldn’t…it was hard to stand losing the strength of my legs (for another unknown reason) but even harder wearing this long tight piece of adult baby clothing.

“Where did you get this long onesie headmistress?” – Emma asked.

“Oh, this is a freebee for the New Year for the new centre with teenage children who are mentally and physically disabled and retarded. Tommy wearing this will only help encourage parents with their infantile children to place them here into our care.” – Ms. Turner smiled looking down at my nappied bottom.

“This looks promising.” – Emma nodded in agreement.

“I’m not going to be your fucking poster boy for your poxy nursery!” – I shouted looking up at the two women.

“Oh yes you are! In fact here’s another freebee for the new nursery…some parents might reject this, but it’s for the best to discipline their child.” – Ms. Turner told me as she pulled out a matching blue NUK 6 dummy with Thomas the Tank Engine printed on the front; both sides of the dummy is a long blue strap: similar to that of a BDSM gag!

“Emma, hold the dirty potty mouth baby down at once!” – Ms. Turner commanded the school matron.

“Yes ma’am.” – Emma replied as she knelt down to my presence; I tried to run but I collapsed onto the surgery carpet. I tried to wiggle out of Emma’s strong grip, but the beautiful matron was too strong for a wimp like me (just like my spanking).
Emma trapped me on the floor; her legs are around my waist and her hands held back my skull tightly; tilting my head up towards Ms. Turner.

“Please matron, help me!” – I begged Emma with oncoming tears pouring down my soft facial cheeks.

“I am helping you Tommy…I’m helping you to become the teen baby boy that you’ve always crave to be.” – Emma cooed stroking my hair.

“But I’ve never wanted to be a teen baby: I had this one dream one night, it’s about a–.” – I was cut off as my eyes were looking up deep into Emma’s eyes. Ms. Turner shoved the NUK 6 Thomas the Tank Engine dummy gag into my mouth, and by completing my humiliation; Ms. Turner tightly strapped it around my head. Now I couldn’t talk like a normal teenager.

“I too suggested this dummy to your mummy on the telephone; and she was all for it…but there is one final item she was also keen on you to wear, before I can let you go to your new class…and here it is!” – Ms. Turner rejoiced as she produced a large matching set of baby reins from her coat pocket.

“Mhmmm!” – I tried to shout from my gagged mouth as fresh sweat poured down from my forehead.

“If you can’t stand like a normal teenager and want to crawl on all fours like an oversized toddler; then us guardians need to keep a good eye on the school’s baby boy; for his own safety of course.” – Ms. Turner said as she bent forward placing this monstrous infantile set of reins threw my long arms then tightly clicking the straps together, finally giving matron the leash to hold.

“Now you’re set…but not without this…” – Ms. Turner said as she left the room for a moment and returned carrying a large nappy changing bag over her shoulder. She took it off and placed it in front of my eyes for a perfect view. The nappy changing bag: covered in light blue, yellow, and orange strips, along with the shiny bronze button clip with the engraved marking of “Stinky Baby Boy” across the front of the changing bag.

“Mhhhhh!” – I screamed through my dummied gag, not believing that this is full reality.

“I’ve put your spare nappies in here along with your Sudocrem nappy rash cream, Huggies baby wipes, and huge bottle of Johnston’s baby powder. There’s lots of room for either your mummy or baby sitter to put extra NUK 6 dummy gags like Thomas the Tank, your baby reins, and even a pair of plastic pants. This is all on the house from the school Tommy. Your mummy is out doing some ‘changes’ herself: she’ll be picking you up as soon as she can!” – Ms. Turner smiled wickedly into my tearing eyes as I moan through my dummy gag.

Ms. Turner got up, folded her arms then sniggered down at me with contempt:

“Matron, led Tommy to Room 101, there’s a change of his education; since he’s not old enough to study for his exams, keep hold of his ex-girlfriend, play football and go use the potty like a big boy; then he needs to be in a room and surroundings that suits his present condition…” – Ms. Turner told Emma with a huge grin showing off her power.

“Sure headmistress, come Tommy, let’s get you to Room 101.” – Emma giggled out loud, knowing what’s inside Room 101.

Emma started to lead me out of her surgery, pulling my new babyish reins; I crawled on the floor on all fours like a dog. I crawled at her feet; for that is the only thing I can see; is that of one’s feet/shoes and the boring floor.

“…Emma.” – Ms. Turner called out before we left matron’s surgery – which I fucking didn’t want to!

“Yes, Ms. Turner.” – Emma said turning to the vile and bitchy headmistress.

“It’s a long journey to Room 101: it’s on the other side of the school…its break time soon, so make it a very slow journey; okay.” – Ms. Turner sadistically commanded.

“Sure…what about Tommy’s old school bag?” – Ms. Grayson asked Ms. Turner.

“Oh yeah, don’t forget to carry his nappy changing bag around your shoulder…I want everyone to know what a big baby boy this school has. As for his old schoolbag – the expensive Lacoste bag; with the Crocodile logo – Tommy’s mummy said to give it away to a charity shop. So I’ll just do what Mrs. Phelps said on the telephone.” Ms. Turner said to Emma.

Emma took hold of my new nappy changing bag and placed it across her chest. Ms. Turner held my Lacoste bag and left the surgery. All three of us we now outside matron’s office; Emma took a key from her pocket and locked the door: there was no way back in: I had only one choice: to follow my leader!

“Ah, have fun the both of you. This is going to be one of the best school breaks to remember…and of course it’ll be your worse Tommy.” – Ms. Turner cooed bending forward looking deep into my teary eyes and babyish state. Soon after she turned leaving…I heard this:

Ring – Ring – Ring – Sounded the school alarm bells: it was break time!

“Come Tommy: don’t be shy…let’s step out from the corridor and out of the building, into the school’s main cloister.” – Emma cooed as she pulled my reins slowly from the corridor and out of the building. I then heard voices from far oncoming crowds…walking towards my crawling presence…I just wanted to go home…facing them in the flesh was now only seconds away…and being so scared, I began drooling from my gagged mouth; not forgetting fresh sweat began to form from my forehead. As I was being pulled along the cloister I started to poo my nappy…slowly…the smell will soon reach the noses of my oncoming peers and the nose of the school matron…


So it was the beginning of break time at school, and there I was being led in my adult baby reins by the sexiest women in school: Matron Emma Grayson. Sweat lightly dripped from my forehead as I sucked my dummy gag hard and fast out of fright; not forgetting to myself that both of my hands are trapped in a full blue onesie; including my feet. Ironically the school cloister was clean; no dust or dirt on the floor to ruin my new clothing.

My thick Cuddlz nappy was slowly filling up with my own shit…and it was only going to get worse, for the oncoming crowds had finally arrived to view and taunt my humiliating baby state…

“Ha-ha! Everyone, gather round and see this! The school has its own teen baby boy!” – Shouted Kerri who is personally rejoicing her revenge of my past teasing of her looks.

“Matron, does Tommy uses his nappies?” – Roxanne asked in a calm and caring manner.

“Yes Roxy; widdle Tommy here uses his nappies to the full; he is just like a real baby in all ways of potty problems.” – Emma replied smiling down at me.

“He’s such a cutie…would you like me to be your babysitter Tommy: I’ll change your nappies and play with you.” – Roxanne cooed softly as she bent forward looking me into my eyes as I sucked my dummy.

“Piss off Roxy! I’m going to be Tommy’s babysitter!” – Amy bitched to Roxanne.

“You’re better off being his photographer Amy!” – Roxanne bitched back.

“Actually you have a point!” – Amy beamed as she pulled out her iPhone and took new pictures of me as Ms. Grayson pulled me along through the long cloister of the school: filled with pupils from all years.

“My five-year-old brother has better potty training that you!” – Commented one schoolgirl as she looked down staring at my nappied bottom…which I knew soon the smell of my shit was going to become public knowledge.

“Come along Tommy and see the ‘older’ pupils of the school.” – Emma laughed out loud milking my humiliation and forcefully pulled me along on my reins; like a dog on a lead.

“Jesus! Look he has his own nappy changing bag! Classic!” – Amy shouted loudly, drawing many pupils’ eyes off me to matron’s shoulder which was carrying my nappy changing bag.

“Christ Tommy! You’re a freak!” – Shouted Johnny; looking down at me.

“We’re not your friends anymore!” – Said Johnny with the football lads behind him.

“Yeah: you’re better off with friends who indulge in your infantile fetish/thing.” – Commented Wayne; who was standing next to Johnny. All the boys turned their backs to me leaving in disgust.

At least I knew who my real friends are: which is now none from this moment forth.

I started to cry as I was crawling along the floor like a helpless, pathetic loser.

“What’s that smell?” – Commented Kerri smirking deviously in front of the large crowd; walking along with me as I crawl.

“That smell Kerri is Tommy’s dirty, messy and shitty nappy.” – Matron announced loudly to everyone in sight.

“Mmmph!” – I whined through my dummy out loud with new tears pouring down my cheeks, looking around seeing people giggling and taking pictures of my enslaved and helpless position.
Kerri came up to me; Amy was waiting to take a new picture: Kerri grabbed my nappied bottom and rubbed the messy shit around in my nappy: Amy took the pictures as Kerri was smirking with satisfaction.

“Stop it! It’s unfair to Tommy” – Roxanne protested in a caring manner as she stepped in to defend me from these cruel schoolgirls.

“You are kidding? After what this baby boy said about my looks! Bollocks!” – Kerri shouted back.

Kerri moved in front of me; I looked up at her; past her tight and exposing school uniform; she grabbed my chin then tilted her lips next to my left ear:

“There’s more humiliation to come from me baby boy: this is just the beginning; I’m going to make sure, that under my babysitting care you’ll be forever a loser in nappies; and that you’ll live to regret you’d called me ‘Ugly’ and ‘Maggot Face’ a few months ago.” – Kerri grinned wickedly.

“Hmmmph!” – I shouted in rage wanting to rip her ‘Ugly’ face off; but I was helpless; matron pulled me along as Kerri walked away with Amy. Both girls looked at Amy’s mobile and giggled away at my new embarrassing and exposed babyish photos.

Time was getting on; break time was nearly finished: thank God! But I was in for a shock of betrayal before the bell rang.

As the crowds left to get there snacks before the bell rings, with Roxanne walking behind me; the only ‘Friend’ I’ve got at the moment. Up came Chloe…with Jake holding hands together like a young love couple: my rage of Kerri turned to Jake for me and him were supposed to be ‘mates’.

“Well, well look here Jake: it’s a cute baby boy.” – Chloe sniggered staring down at my crawling presence.

“Tommy, me and Chloe are an item as you can see.” – Jake smiled then gave Chloe an adult French kiss in front of me; to piss me off; that my ex-girlfriend is now in the arms of my ex-best friend.

“Oh Tommy, before you crawl away; I’ve am the new school team Captain…Mr. Walker and the school want a young man; not a nappy boy to lead the football team to glory…have a nappy time with matron…” – Jake told me smirking down at me; as he is one up over me. Chloe knelt down next to me; we were now face-to-face:

“Tommy; I wish you luck in finding a new girlfriend…for she won’t be your girlfriend; only your babysitter; changing your nappies and no teenage girl or woman wants a man with that take on…I hope one day you’ll be back wear big boy boxer shorts…but then again no-one would EVER forget your babyish state…which will be a turn off to women and young ladies…maybe you should stay in the nursery; that way you’ll have teddies to talk too and would be there for you…and your mummy.” – Chloe giggled holding her hand over her mouth.

“I thought you two are mates?” – Roxanne asked Jake.

“We were, not now; I don’t want to be friends with a nappy boy – a nappy boy who wants to act and be treated like a baby; have a nice life; loser!” – Jake commented to me.

“And that goes for the same with me: I’m not going to change nappies of my boyfriend; I want a real man like Jake here!” – Chloe told Roxanne as Chloe held Jake’s hand and smiled up to him.

“I think it’s a right choice Chloe. I so hate to see women tied down caring for their man…You’re young and have your life ahead of you…you don’t need a baby boyfriend.” – Matron concurred with Chloe nodding with a grin.

“Well, maybe I want a baby boyfriend!” – Roxanne said sticking up for me; though I didn’t know she meant it!

“Yeah right Roxanne; you’re just a silly teenage girl in an ‘I love him’ bubble. Full of wild nurturing emotions: Get real girl!” – Matron told Roxanne sniggering at her stupid beliefs.

Chloe and Jake walked away in the distance; and good riddance I thought; I don’t want to see them ever again!

“I need to get a snack.” – Roxanne said to me and Matron. Roxanne knelt down facing me.

“Be strong Tommy; they don’t have a heart like me. I see you soon.” – Roxanne told me as she strokes my hair. Roxanne got up and left my presence…I felt lonely and started to cry lightly at that thought.

“Come alone Tommy, I haven’t got all day!” – Matron bitched as she pulled my baby reins forcefully and quickly.

Matron led me into another part of the school building…it was peaceful; no sound…I looked up around the hallway and it was decorated with peach paint and bright stripped wallpaper.

Matron stood outside a door…a door that numbered ‘Room 101’…


Matron stood outside the door numbered ‘Room 101’ then looked down at me.

“Stay here Tommy and be a good boy.” – Matron cooed to me like a dog. And like a dog she sat me down: the shit in my nappy was now spread across my crotch. Emma knocked onto the door then quickly walked in the room. I was too slow to see what’s in there as matron slammed the door on my face.

A couple-of-minutes later the school bell rang: ending break time. The peaceful hallway began to erupt with voices. Matron came out of ‘Room 101’ – without carrying my nappy changing bag:

“Okay Tommy, come along and enter into your new phase of education.” – Matron praised me as she grabbed my reins and pulled me into ‘Room 101’.

I crawled into this ‘Room 101’ it’s decorated with childlike animals and dinosaurs; with messy childish hand paintings Blu-tacked over windows, buckets of toys, and soft toys…along with a fish tank in the far corner…there’s more to see, but I was distracted as this massive woman came towards me.

“Aww, isn’t he cute: what a big baby boy this school has…Tommy isn’t? I’m Catherine; I’m the Nursery Nurse for the school’s nursery…your playmates should be coming back from their early naptime…and I think you need your nappy changed before you meet them huh? Come with me I have your nappy changing bag at the ready!” – Catherine sarcastically cooed in a nurturing tone; knowing full well that I’m 16!

Catherine: 30-years-old, big breasted, double-chinned, round and strong BBW, with long dark blonde hair.

“Catherine; remember – like all staff in this school: you have full “locus parentis” and full power of “maternal discipline” to use upon Tommy should be become a naughty boy within your nursery.” – Matron reminded Catherine of my submissive and powerless state.

“I totally understand Emma.” – Catherine grinned looking down at me.

“Okay, I leave you too it: have a fun playtime Tommy.” – Matron laughed on her way out; closing the door behind her; leaving me with this big monstrous woman.

“Now, I know that some widdle boy needs a nappy change. Who’s that one wonders? It’s Tommy!” – Catherine cooed as she clapped lightly her hands.

Catherine walked over to my nappy changing bag and pulled out one of my last two Cuddlz nappies that mummy packed into my schoolbag this morning. Catherine held the items in her hands; then the door opened and it was a group of toddlers aged between 2-4-years-old; about ten of them were led into the nursery by a young lady, a late teenager…she looked familiar…then I twigged it: It’s Daisy! – My next door fucking neighbour!

Daisy: 19-years-old, slim with a natural beauty, long straight brunette hair, shy, caring and sweet nurtured.

Daisy shut Room 101’s door and quickly settled the toddlers down on the other side of the nursery waiting to be read I story I guess.

“Oh Daisy, may I introduce you; to our new member of the nursery…I believe you know this baby boy very well.” – Catherine told Daisy from a distance. Daisy nodded and walked over from one side of the nursery to wear I was sitting (in my smelly and shitty nappy).

“Yes Catherine who’s that then? I’ve babysat many cute baby boys during my studying in child care.” – Daisy said looking directly to Catherine.

“Not this baby boy you haven’t.” – Catherine giggled. Daisy looked at the huge thick Cuddlz nappy in Catherine’s chucky hand.

“That’s not one of our nappies.” – Daisy spoke in shock.
“It sure isn’t Daisy…it’s for him there on the floor.” – Catherine said turning her head looking down at me. Daisy then turned her head staring down at my face…figuring out who I am.

“Oh my god: Tommy is that you?” – Daisy gasped in shock as she asked me. I looked down at the floor starting to cry…

A short quiet pause passed; my eyes stared onto the nursery floor with light tears pouring down my cheeks.

“…Of course it’s Thomas Phelps. His mummy has put him into nappies; because he is not only having potty problems; but is also wanting to act like a baby.” – Catherine wickedly informed Daisy.

“Na, this is just an act; Tommy is respectable young man of our community and school; he must be ill.” – Daisy replied to Catherine as she looked down upon me with pity.

“Daisy; you missed the staff meeting this morning; it’s officially true. It came out of the horse’s mouth herself: Ms. Turner.” – Catherine smiled wickedly down to my helpless sitting.

“Well…what are we to do with him?” – Daisy said in an awkward tone.

“Treat him like a toddler…in every way; that is our orders from Mrs. Phelps herself.” – Catherine giggled.

“Jesus what’s that smell?” – Daisy said sniffing her nose then walking over to the group of rugrats in the corner.

“Which one of you made a stinky for Daisy hmm?” – Daisy cooed softly standing over the toddlers looking down at them with her arms crossed; ready to change a nappy. All the toddlers shook their heads…then one toddler pointed his finger at me.

“Tommy is it you? Are you the little boy in the nursery with a stinky and messy bottom?” – Daisy cooed still standing in her firm position looking over at me.

I shook my head no; I couldn’t talk anyway because of the dummy gag I was wearing around my mouth and neck.

“Of course it’s Tommy! I just wanted you to smell it for yourself Daisy, that it’s this widdle boy here, and he really needs his nappy changed; don’t you?” – Catherine cooed at me in a humiliating manner holding my thick spare Cuddlz nappy in her hand.

I stamped my feet with made me look like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Daisy read the little ones one of their naptime stories…then again, bring them over here; it’ll show them that big boys can be big babies and that they too need to wear nappies by their mummies.” – Catherine smiled proudly; showing off her power within her nursery.

Catherine knelt forward and unstrapped my dummy gag…I drooled when it was taken out of my mouth; she then unstrapped my large baby reins and placed them both on top of a side-unit.

“I want you to talk like a toddler in my nursery and in my presence understood? Tommy you’re an equal like the other toddlers, expect for being a bigger version of a toddler; now let’s get this onesie of you and get you into a clean, fresh and cosy nappy yeah?” – Catherine firmly told me as she undressed me.

Daisy walked over with the group of toddlers with their soft toys in their hands laughing at me.

“Here Tommy take this; it’ll calm your anxieties.” – Daisy said giving me a massive brown teddy bear.

“I don’t want it!” – I protested, throwing the teddy bear out of Daisy’s hand across the floor.
“You’ll take it now young man!” – Catherine warned me as she stripped the big blue onesie of me; leaving me in just my messy nappy.

Daisy picked up the teddy and gave it to me. I took it.

“What do you say to Daisy?” – Catherine sternly asked me.

“Thank you Daisy.” – I lightly spoke.

“Thank Daisy like the baby you are; in baby talk!” – Catherine told me; staring me deeply in the eyes.

“Ank ou aisy.” – I said to Daisy feeling like a right idiot.

“You’re welcome; aren’t you a cute baby boy in our nursery?” – Daisy replied in a soft sweet tone to me. I blushed holding my teddy bear.

“Daisy, get me the new changing mat please; this is going to be a long and messy nappy change.” – Catherine sniggered. Daisy went to the end of the nursery to get a large changing mat then placed it behind my back.

“Lie down like a good boy.” – Catherine cooed. I lied back into the soft changing table, holding tight my new cuddly best friend, looking at Daisy and the other toddlers as they watched me getting my messy nappy changed before their eyes.

“Now Tommy, let’s get your bum-bum into a clean nappy.” – Catherine smiled as she tore off the nappy tapes. The smell hit the nursery air…but no-one reacted; I guess it was normal for the nursery staff and toddlers.

Catherine was wiping my bottom with ice cold Huggies baby wipes; Daisy looked down at me; giving me a cute wink as Catherine cleaned my pubeless crotch; my penis was still shrivelled and small.

“You see boys and girls; even big boys have little willies…some of them don’t even grow; like Tommy’s here.” – Catherine giggled. The toddlers laughed out loud; even Daisy did.
After wiping the shit off my bottom and crotch; making me clean and smell of baby wipes; Catherine added a lump of Sudocrem into my bum crack and crotch the smell hit my brain cells and I automatically giggled and drooled from my mouth.

“Turn over baby boy; who’s a good baby for Catherine?” – Catherine cooed I rolled over; exposing my cute, tight bottom to the class. Catherine grabbed the Johnston Baby Powder and sprinkled a huge amount of powder onto my bottom; she then rubbed it in and around my bottom; and bum crack, finishing by patting my bottom a few times.

I rolled back over, then she powdered my tummy and crotch; I smelt fresh and babyish.

“It’s nappy time for baby boy.” – Catherine announced loudly to the class and she unfolded the thick Cuddlz nappy.

“See boys and girls; Tommy needs nappies unlike some of you; who are potty trained and more mature that Tommy here.” – Catherine commented as she slid the nappy underneath my bottom. I started to cry as she nappied me up; tightly.

“There, nappy changed Tommy; now go with Daisy.” – Catherine ordered me.

“Come Tommy; you don’t need your onesie at the moment; you’re going to have a nice long nap within the nursery.” – Daisy cooed as she took my hand. I stood up – or tried to; but I fell onto the floor due to the unknown loss of strength in my legs.

“I guess you’re not old enough to walk…crawl with Daisy!” – Catherine commanded. So I crawled with Daisy. Catherine gathered the toddlers to the corner and started to read them a naptime story.

Daisy led me into a back room…it was a room with a crib!

“No!” – I cried shouting out loud.

“Come on you need a nap. This crib is ready for the new Nursery centre come the New Year.” – Daisy encouraged.

“Please help me; I’m not well, I need to see a doctor Daisy.” – I whispered; not wanting to be overheard by that fat bitch Catherine. Daisy bent forward looking at me.

“Sleep in the school’s new crib for me; and I’ll help you, if not? Then I’ll make sure you’ll get much help from folk…help to engrave your babyhood; understand?” – Daisy whispered giving me an evil grin.

I crawled towards his monstrous crib in just my Cuddlz nappy with the big soft teddy bear one hand. Daisy helped me get in it and she then tucked me in; covering me in a nice thick duvet.

“Have a nice naptime for me; I’ll wake you up when it’s time to get up.” – Daisy giggled.

“…Time for what?” – I asked in a careful whisper not wanting to be overheard from the blonde monster in the nursery.

“You’ll see; now suck on this!” – Daisy said pulling out a NUK 6 red Postman Pat dummy from her nurse uniform into my drooling mouth.

“Go to sleep.” – Daisy commanded as she gave a nice kiss on my forehead. Daisy then locked the top of this babyish crib up: I was trapped. Daisy left this room and turn out the light. I was in the crib holding my teddy tightly; feeling scared; I just wanted to be at home with my mummy and not at school…I cried myself to sleep…but it’s only just the beginning…

This Story is written by Croc

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The Schoolboy by Croc – Chapters 14-18

This Story is written by Croc


I must have slept for hours; God knows? I then felt being touched and I heard:

“Tommy wake up…wake up darling…its mummy.” – Mummy cooed from the nursery room. I woke up in this crib and rubbed my eyes: it was my mummy.

“Muuh-” I mumbled, realizing that the dummy is still in my mouth. I took the NUK 6 dummy out of my mouth and threw it somewhere in the crib.

“Mummy, you’re here! Thank God! I want to go home; today’s been awful I want to come home with you!” – I begged to my mummy holding the crib bars.

“That’s fine Tommy; mummy is here to take you home anyway. Daisy informed me that you’re in here having a nap for a few hours. Daisy and Catherine are in the playground with your classmates – I mean toddlers.” – Mummy told me correcting the latter.

“I don’t want to be at school ever again, I hate this place and the people mummy.” – I told mummy as she unhooked the crib top and slide down the crib railing then gave me a heartfelt cuddle.

“Don’t worry Tommy; mummy has already signed for you to be enrolled at a new school in the New Year…” – Mummy told me as we hugged each-other.

“You’re the best mummy: my educational life is over…are going to move home as well?” – I asked mummy sniffing my nose as I rest my head onto mummy’s chest (in which her breasts felt bigger for some odd reason).

“You’re educational life is over Tommy. You will not be taking your GCSE’s next June…you’ll have to instead start all-over-again with your education at your new school. And no Tommy: we won’t be moving home.” – Mummy told me patting my back. I leaned back and look at my mummy dead in her face.

“…W-What do you mean mummy, where is this new school?” – I asked mummy nervously.

“At the new Nursery centre of course, silly.” – Mummy cooed as she pinched my nose.

“No! Please mummy not there!” – I begged as I placed my face deep into my mummy’s chest.

“Now, now; I won’t have any of this from you young man: I’ve already read the full detailed report of this morning’s actions from Ms. Turner, before I came here to see you…and I’ve personally seen the videos of your spanking and messy nappy changing in the library.” – Mummy told me as she held my head from her chest.

“You see what they’ve done to me mummy: the teachers and schoolgirls…they are cruel and wicked.” – I told mummy looking in her eyes.

“Aww, Tommy they’re not cruel; they were only trying to teach you manners and make you feel at ease with your babyish state. They are nice girls you know.” – Mummy told me as she stroked my hair.

“Huh? Mummy they are liars!” – I protested.

“Tommy: I will not hear you say a bad word about the girls in this school nor the staff: they have been very kind to me about your state…the girls; one girl called Roxy asked me if she could babysit you from hence forth.” – Mummy said to me as she started to search for my Postman Pat dummy in the crib.

“And, what did you say mummy?” – I asked sadly.

“I said yes of course. You’re break-up with Chloe has depressed you: you need a new girlfriend and Roxy seems like a wonderful girl: better than any other girl I know off.” – Mummy giggled as she then grabbed hold of my Postman Pat dummy.

“But mummy, it’s not fair!” – I whined.

“Tough! Here suck on this! I don’t want to hear any more crap from you!” – Mummy sternly told me as she shoved the NUK 6 dummy into my mouth.

“Push your luck Tommy: and I’ll fix you up with the dummy gag eh?” – Mummy teased me; I shook my head no.

“Good boy. Now, mummy has to take you somewhere.” – Mummy commented leaving the room for a second; returning pushing in a large stroller through the door.

“In you get for mummy.” – Mummy ordered me to sit inside this huge stroller; used for retarded children. I shook my head no.

“Mummy has a jumper for you to wear; so my baby boy won’t catch a cold.” – Mummy cooed as she revealed a hand-knitted thick bright woolly Christmas jumper. Mummy walked over to me and made me wear it. She then grabbed my hand and held my bottom; knowing that I now have trouble walking. I was forced to sit into the stroller; mummy strapped me tightly inside: I couldn’t even wiggle. Mummy (who’s a strong woman) pushed the stroller out of the door of Room 101 (thank God) down the corridor.

“Off to the car we go.” – Mummy announced as she pushed the stroller down the corridor; away from Room 101 towards the school’s main entrance.

Lucky for me no-one was in sight to see me…which felt odd…I looked across to the main entrance door seeing freedom from hell outside…but Mummy pushed me down a short corridor then – to my horror – turned me into the left corridor…towards the assembly hall!

“Before you leave this school for good Tommy, mummy wants to personally thank the school for looking after you today: it’s the least I could do!” – Mummy told me with joy as she pushed my stroller into the back stage of the assembly hall.

I heard voices from behind the curtains…I knew what was coming: I started to cry. “…and please let me introduce Tommy Phelps and his mummy!” – Ms. Turner announced through the microphone. Suddenly the curtain was raised and in front of me sat over 100 schoolgirls from my school (aged 14-17) giggling, cooing, and taking photos of me and my mummy. Mummy pushed my stroller into the centre of the stage hall.

“I know most of you girls are keen to study childcare and likewise eager to work in the new Nursery centre that opens after Christmas…but I think it’s wise to show you want type of boys you’ll be dealing with…like widdle Tommy here for example.” – Ms. Turner cooed with an evil grin.

Mummy stood there behind my stroller like a proud mummy, enjoying the fact that her baby boy was the centre of attention…and now the poster boy for the new Nursery centre.

Ms. Turner had a remote controller; the wicked sexist bitch pressed a button: a massive 42 inch flat screen TV slowly came down from the top of the stage. Ms. Turner then pressed another button and the documentary began commented by a female voice…

“…Welcome to St Edward’s Support Centre for the mentally and psychically disabled teenage boys of our county and community. St Edward’s believes that ‘No boy should be a lost boy’ with his education and care, led by the wonderful Ms. Turner PhD…”

I thought ‘Bullshit is this woman ‘wonderful’. The assembly hall was dark and silent; the documentary continued:

“…This extreme and truthful clip will hope to show any mother of her boy that we take nappy changes seriously and professionally…”

Then the video Chloe took of me earlier appeared…this time edited!

“…As you can see with the poor helpless Tommy Phelps: he is getting his messy nappy changed by St Edward’s headmistress herself – showing off her caliber in childcare…”
**Giggles** – The schoolgirls in the dark were giggling at the close-up of my small cock.

“…Filming this video is Chloe Davis; a fine respectful young lady of the school…”

I felt angry…my blood was boiling; the school is lying with its false propaganda…and I knew the truth, but who would believe a nappy boy like me?

“…The new Nursery contains changing areas, a park, a giant play pen and free food…more details will come shortly. Any inquires please contact Ms. Turner. We have to legally declare that Tommy Phelps volunteered for the school’s promo video: Tommy himself is a new student of the system…thank you for watching.”

The flat screen TV turned off then rose up back into the air: the lights went back on and the girls were smirking and looking at me; winking and blowing me kisses.

“Now girls if you want to apply for any roles or work experience; send me your application…for now: it’s time to show you a bit of what you need to learn about the type of students you might be caring for: Mrs. Phelps…” – Ms. Turner announced through the microphone then turned looking at Mummy: ignoring me, and then gave Mummy the microphone.

“Thank you Ms. Turner. Right I think Tommy needs a nappy change…am I right girls?” – Mummy asked out loud.

“Yes you are!” – The girls laughed; shouting back.

“Tommy, mummy needs to change your wet bum-bum.” – Mummy said through the microphone looking at me in the stroller.

I was red; sweat poured from my forehead and tears were now appearing in my eyes.

“Come on; let’s get you into your favourite nappy.” –Mummy cooed through the microphone; which the girls cooed in ‘Aww’.

Mummy unstrapped me from my stroller then pulled me out; I slumped onto the stage for I now couldn’t stand. I turned to the crowd of schoolgirls who were pointing at me and taking pictures of me. Mummy grabbed my last Cuddlz nappy and changing bag that she placed earlier onto the stroller’s handle.

“You see girls…mummies are always right.” – Mummy smiled as she placed her index finger into the front of my nappy which was heavy…and I didn’t even know that I had wet myself!

Mummy laid me down onto the stage; some girls stood to get a first class view of my babyish state. Mummy started to change my nappy in front of the fittest girls in school. I cried and sucked on my dummy as mummy – on purpose – took a long while to change me and put me into a nice clean thick nappy.

“Girls, as a mummy I need to feed my baby boy as well as change him. Earlier I began on the breast pumps to produce milk…like so.” – Mummy shockingly told the school through the microphone then unclothed her shirt and unstrapped her bra; revealing her now enlarged breasts: full of milk!

Ms. Turner grabbed a chair for Mummy to sit on. Mummy sat down, then grabbed my head, she took the dummy from my mouth and then made me suck on her nipples to drink her breast milk…I was in hell.

“We are all girls here; so it’s okay to see how natural breastfeeding is; for one day you young ladies will have your own baby.” – Mummy spoke through the microphone holding it in her left hand. The girls were shocked that a 16-year-old boy is getting breastfed by his own mummy. The truth is: I’m beginning to enjoy this…what am I saying! It’s the cruse that’s making my emotions and hormones to crave babyhood. I just sucked away on Mummy’s left breast. Afterwards Mummy made me suck her right breast. Ms. Turner was videoing the breastfeeding.
After this extreme humiliation Mummy placed me back into my stroller and pushed my NUK 6 dummy back into my mouth.

“Thank you Mrs. Phelps for showing the girls a live demonstration of caring for a baby.” – Ms. Turner giggled through the microphone.

“No problem; anytime Ms. Turner.” – Mummy said with a grin as she buttoned up her shirt.

“So girls there you have it: this is the kind of boys that’ll be in the new Nursery centre. Give baby Tommy and his Mummy a nice big hand.” – Ms. Turner told the girls clapping her hands – the girls followed suit with fits of giggles.

Mummy bowed then pushed my stroller out of the assembly hall for the last time (thank heavens!). Mummy pushed me into the car park…though to the wrong car.

“Okay baby let mummy get you strapped in for our journey.” – Mummy cooed giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Mummy: car?” – I spoke like a retard through my dummy pointing to the large car.

“Mummy traded in her old car: it wouldn’t suit my baby boy’s stroller; this motor is a disabled designed one: look it even has a ramp!” – Mummy beamed with a smile as she pulled the ramp from underneath the door.

“But…” – I mumbled through my dummy.

“I don’t even have to get an adult baby seat for the car – I can now strap you in the centre of the van while you’re still in your cute stroller. Now behave.” – Mummy told me sternly. I just looked to the floor in loneliness as Mummy strapped me into this monster of a car/van.

I was strapped – trapped – into my stroller, now inside this motor for retards. Mummy got into her driving seat; looked at me from the interior mirror and said:

“We’re now off to the doctors; Auntie Sarah is waiting to inspect you.” – Mummy winked then turned on the ignition and drove out of the school gates…to my relief!


Mummy drove me to ‘Auntie Sarah’s’ surgery; with is a private funded surgery: better the Bupa. Far out from home and school: in the middle of the midlands countryside; which scares me for obvious reasons…

Mummy parked right outside the main entrance. I looked out from the van window and it looked creepy; gothic and Victorian. Mummy unstrapped me from the van and pushed my stroller inside the surgery. Once inside I looked round and no-one in sight…until Auntie Sarah walking up to me and Mummy:

“Joanne: thank you for coming. And thank you – of course – for bringing your baby boy Tommy as well.” – Sarah said greeting me and Mummy.

“Is everything prepared Sarah?” – Mummy asked optimistically to Sarah.

“Yes: Doctor Stone is waiting in the surgery room for the both of you.” – Sarah smiled leading the way for me and Mummy to meet this ‘Doctor Stone’. Mummy pushed my stroller down the empty corridor and into a double-door surgery room than had a padded double-bed and machines for a certain purpose…

“Mary, this is Mrs. Phelps…the mother with her retarded son.” – Sarah said to Dr. Stone smirking down at my trapped presence in the stroller; which made me angry.

Dr. Mary Stone: 30-years-old, lanky, thin, average looking, long straight black hair, career woman.

“Ah, yes Mrs. Phelps nice to meet you: Sarah’s told me about your little boy Tommy.” – Mary smiled shaking Mummy’s hand.

“Please Doctor, call me Joanne.” – Mummy smiled.

“Okay Joanne; call me Mary. And this is Tommy: Aww, what a cute boy you have Joanne.” – Dr. Stone cooed as she bent forward and pinched my nose (which hurt).

“We’re ready to begin.” – Sarah proudly beamed as she got the bed straps ready. I looked up to Mummy in fright; more scared now than I was at school!

“Darling Mummy is going to let Dr. Stone to look at you through a pure visual examination…and if need be surgery; it’s for the best; I want to get to the bottom of your loss of potty control.” – Mummy told me as she gave me a kiss in my forehead.

Mummy unstrapped me out of my stroller.

“Ladies I need a hand please.” – Mummy commented. Both Mary and Sarah helped Mummy to lift me onto the padded table, onto my tummy; with my nappied butt in the air. Mummy pulled of my woolly jumper. I was just still naked, wearing my thick – clean for now – nappy. Sarah strapped me tight and winked at me deviously.

Dr. Stone walked up to me; we were now face-to-face:

“Tommy, I’m going to put you to sleep, a deep sleep; if changed need to be done you’ll find out when you awake…for now just relax.” – Dr. Stone smirked as she pulled my dummy from my mouth and placed a gas mask over me – before I got a chance to protest…within ten seconds I fell into a deep sleep.

“Now then Joanne, please follow me into the visual room.” – Dr. Stone announced; leading the way; followed by Mummy and Sarah. I was left strapped onto the bed, naked in just my nappy, with machines hanging above my head…

The three ladies were now in the visual room:

“Joanne, Sarah told me all about Tommy’s humiliating loss of potty control…let’s see if he really is losing control or doing it on purpose.” – Dr. Stone smiled holding a remote control.

“That’s why I’m here: I want the truth!” – Mummy declared.

“I’m now starting a trace program on the machine to visualise Tommy’s bladder and bowels…the results and pictures will appear above for us to see.” – Dr. Stone commented.

Mummy waited nervously for results…after a few minutes the results popped up onto the screen.

“Oh my…Sarah, look!” – Dr. Stone said to Sarah looking at the pictures on the giant screen and wanting to get a second ‘medical’ opinion from Sarah: Sarah nodded in agreement in what Dr. Stone is thinking.

“What is it?” – Mummy asked looking at the pictures on the screen.

“Joanne, for some reason, it seems that both Tommy’s bladder and bowels have shrunken to that of a toddler. In my medical opinion…he was born this way: it’s not his fault…but I have also some bad new…” – Dr. Stone commented.

“God: what?” – Mummy sadly asked Dr. Stone.

“Tommy had lost muscle control in his thighs, legs, and feet: I believe it’s to do with this unknown illness.” – Dr. Stone told Mummy looking closer at the screen.

“Oh Sarah, what am I to do with my little boy.” – Mummy lightly cried as she grabbed a tissue from her coat pocket.

“All will be well Joanne…right Mary?” – Sarah asked Dr. Stone as she gave Mummy a cuddle.

“There’s only one choice Joanne…only you can make that choice…it’s legal for you are Tommy’s mummy…only you can sign the go ahead.” – Dr. Stone honestly told Mummy.

“What is it? I’ll do anything to make sure my baby boy has a good life.” – Mummy stated as she now pulled herself back together both mentally and emotionally.

“Sarah, please show Joanne the file.” – Dr. Stone said to Sarah. Sarah nodded and got up from her seat and grabbed a file from a secured safe that was built inside the room. Sarah gave Mummy the file to read.

Mummy began to read the file; during her reading, her confidence grew and her optimism of my future increased.

“Do it!” – Mummy told Dr. Stone. Dr. Stone nodded. Sarah then gave the document of legal approval for Mummy to sign.

“For my baby boy I know what is right: so help me God.” – Mummy commented as she signed my fate away.

“Sarah, the room is prepared; I’ll get my whites on; Joanne, it’ll be best if you wait in another room: we’ll be done within an hour.” – Dr. Stone told Mummy.

“It’s for the best that I do…I can think of what to say to Tommy when he wakes up.” – Mummy told Sarah and Dr. Stone.

“Sarah will come and get you when Tommy awakes.” – Dr. Stone told Mummy as she left the visual room to get into her whites. Sarah led Mummy out of the visual room to another unknown room for me to awake…


Just over an hour later I awoke…I felt like I have a hangover (even though I don’t drink and haven’t experienced a hangover). I looked round the room and the bright lights hurt my eyes, I felt fresh in the body and mind…which scared the fuck out of me, for I remember my school humiliation earlier.

As I was thinking Dr. Stone entered the door alone. She walked up to me and told me something that I knew I was right:

“Look at you: you pathetic little boy; naked except wearing your thick babyish nappy: ha-ha!” – Dr. Stone told me in her dominating tone.

“Wat av ou ne!” – I shouted then realising now I can’t mutter perfect English.

“What have you done? I tell you: I’ve convinced and tricked your Mummy into thinking that you need to lose control of your arms, hands, fingers, shoulders, lips, tongue and parts of your brain, for you to ‘improve’ your health in the long run. You also have no teeth left! I pulled them all out: you are now a retarded teenage baby boy…just like that schoolgirl told you in your dream that you’ll become.” – Dr. Stone smirked down at me; enjoying her handiwork.

I was in shock; I told Mummy I had this dream…but I never told Mummy it was a schoolgirl!

“I’m the schoolgirl in your dream…I’m a teenage witch doctor…I look ugly; like most witches, but it’s a cover-up: not even Sarah knows who I really am!” – Dr. Stone giggled as she walked round the padded bed.

“Ooo” – I shouted shaking my head no.

“That’s right: you better believe it! Your Mummy wished/prayed for you to be her baby boy again: so I have granted her deep and emotional wishes…” – Dr. Stone laughed lightly. Dr. Stone bent forward and pulled my drooling chin up into her face:

“…Just to let you know: you’re not the first…you’re the second: one poor boy who was a bad boy got punished: I set him up to think to his Mummy that he wants to be a baby boy again. My plan worked for Sarah told your Mummy that night you shat yourself in the dressing room.” – Dr. Stone smiled cruelly.

“Your Mummy will take you away for good: you’ll now have a life as a retarded baby boy…you will no longer speak, write, piss, shit, eat, and walk like a normal teenager: you will now life a life of an adult baby lifestyle 24/7, babysat by schoolgirls, and humiliated in your stroller…have a nice life…oh, and before we last see each other…there is a new boy I’m going to meet in his dreams; so you can have a playmate…farewell Tommy!” – Dr. Stone laughed out loud: I cried for now I was useless, weak, helpless, and retarded.

Mummy walked through the door with my stroller, followed by Sarah.

“Your baby boy is ready to go home Joanne: I hope I’ve done you good?” –Dr. Stone commented smiling at Mummy.

“You have Mary: you’ve answered all prays and wishes of mine: I’ve truly wanted my baby boy back: I can’t thank you enough.” – Mummy beamed with joy like she is a new Mummy.

Sarah helped me – nicely – into my stroller: she placed my woolly jumper over me then strapped me tightly inside; then shoved my dummy into my toothless and drooling mouth: I sucked away; with a given up attitude: all is now over.

“Right I need to get baby boy home. Mummy’s going to take her baby boy home.” – Mummy cooed down at me. I just fell asleep in my stroller. Dr. Stone left the surgery room with satisfaction of her powers. Sarah led the way out to Mummy and me.

“Once Tommy recovers from the surgery: you can come round for a girly catch-up if you wish?” – Mummy asked Sarah.

“Sure: I’d be glad too.” – Sarah replied back to Mummy smiling. Mummy and Sarah exited the main entrance and then both women got me into Mummy’s new van.

“Nice van Joanne.” – Sarah commented.

“It makes things earlier for me with my baby boy.” – Mummy told Sarah as both women strapped me into the van while I was asleep. Mummy locked the door and then faced Sarah.

“Do you enjoy babying your teenage son? Changing his nappies and now breastfeeding him?” – Sarah asked Mummy.

“I didn’t at first, but I knew within a few years he’ll be flying the nest – going to University – even next year when Tommy was going to learn to drive: I’d had the awful thoughts of having my baby boy driving around speeding fast at night…am I wrong to think of my needs?” – Mummy asked Sarah.

“Not at all Joanne; now and again we mums need to think of what we want and what gives us a buzz: most men think about the here and now; while we women think for the long term.” – Sarah smiled.

“Why did you ask if I like to baby Tommy? Do you want to baby one of your three boys?” – Mummy joked with Sarah.

“God know! I couldn’t do that: it’s hard enough when I was a young Nurse in the hospital changing nappies for the old and dying…no-way: never again. I only ask because Cheryl rang the other day wanting to know if what happened with Tommy in the dressing room was true or not. She said she’ll give you a call later tonight.” – Sarah told Mummy.

“Not a problem: I’d be glad to be answering any questions about my baby boy: for this is not his fault it’s an ‘illness’ just like Dr. Stone told me.” – Mummy giggled as she opened her van door.

“I see you soon then: take care!” – Sarah rejoiced as Mummy locked her van door and turned on the engine. Sarah walked back inside the surgery. Mummy drove us back home…


It was now late evening by the time we got home; traffic was packed. I was very tired – who could blame me with the shit I’ve gone through today. Mummy parked the van in our drive way:

“Joanne; Daisy informed me about Tommy: if you want me to babysit him anytime, just phone me.” – Called out Ms. Getz – Daisy’s mother and other next door neighbour.

“Thank you Gina, I keep you in mind.” – Mummy called out across the edge and driveway. Ms. Getz nodded and went into her home. Mummy took my stroller out of the van: locked the van then pushed me up the new ramp she fitted underneath the front door.

Mummy parked me at the bottom of the stairs; I was still asleep. Mummy unstrapped me; she then placed her index finger into the front of my nappy. Mummy turned into the living room for a second; she came back with a large changing mat – bigger than the one in the school nursery. Mummy also had a thick disposable babyish Bambino nappy in her hand; she walked to my stroller and took the changing bag then placed it onto the floor.

Mummy laid down this Winnie the Pooh patterned changing mat onto the clean carpet floor next to my changing bag. Mummy softly took my hands and gently laid me down onto the changing mat. I was still asleep while Mummy started to change my nappy.

Mummy untapped my nappy and I awoke in a light moan.

“Shhh, Mummy is only making sure her widdle boy has a clean nappy…” – Mummy smiled as she grabbed cold Pamper baby wipes and wipes down my crotch, bottom, and thighs.

“Who’s such a good boy: not making a fuss for his Mummy eh?” – Mummy cooed softly with a wide grin.

“Tommy’s a cute baby boy for his Mummy: yes he is!” – Mummy giggled as she blew my tummy with her lips; making me awake and giggle.

Mummy grabbed Sudocrem and then rubbed it into my bum crack, balls and crotch. She then got Johnston’s baby power and sprinkled it all over my tummy and crotch: Mummy got both of her hands and rubbed it into my smooth and hairless skin. It felt and smelt so great!

“My widdle boy loves his new found of babyhood; you’re making your Yummy Mummy so proud; oh, yes you are!” –Mummy cooed as she tickled me; which I loved. Mummy then turned me over then sprinkled baby powder over my bottom.

“This is Mummy’s favourite part of changing her baby boy’s nappy: cleaning and patting his bottom; like-so.” – Mummy softly giggled as she took her hands and slowly rubbed the strong scent of baby powder into my bottom; finishing with a light pat on my bum-bum.

“Now roll back over for mummy: there’s a good boy!” – Mummy commented as I turned back round facing Mummy; looking up at her. Mummy grabbed the thick babyish Bambino nappy – in which I now couldn’t care on where she got it from – then opened it and placed it underneath my cute, tight bottom. Mummy then tapped me up and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. Mummy got everything cleaned up as I lay down onto my new changing mat sucking my dummy. Mummy placed the stroller in the kitchen. Mummy then walked back over to me and grabbed my hand.

“Right then, it’s been a hard day for you Tommy; so it is straight to bed for the night: up we go!” – Mummy announced as she stood behind me. I looked up to Mummy.

“I can’t carry you Tommy, so you’ll have to crawl up those stairs…now!” – Mummy commanded. I looked up this long flight of stairs; I was just in my nappy and woolly Christmas jumper. I slowly crawled up the stair with all my might: which is now hardly anything: It took me 20 minutes to walk up a flight of stairs!

Once I reached the landing I crawled to my bedroom…

“Tommy, you don’t sleep in your big boy room anymore…or ever again for that matter. No, you now sleep in the extended part of my bedroom with Mummy.” – Mummy told me as she grabbed my left hand – making me crawl into her bedroom.

I entered Mummy’s room which of course is the biggest room of the home; but at the end shocked me!

“Here is your new Nursery!” – Mummy beamed with joy.

“I had to force you to go to school today honey; so that Mummy can quickly decorate your new Nursery. I had luck with the furniture…I Googled some adult baby sites and one was that of a man who designs large baby furniture; which is only a 30 minute drive from us. All painted baby blue of course. Over here is the white unit: filled with many thick disposable babyish nappies by Bambino and Cuddlz. As you know there’s no door to privacy in your Nursery: I want to be the Mummy who is always there for you…I’ve ordered new adult onesies and sleepers for you to wear at your new school in January: all is prepared and ready Tommy. A highchair is in the kitchen and a playpen is in the front-room; new toys will arrive in the post for your new crib over there.” – Mummy pointed at the large wooden crib – bigger than the one in Catherine’s nursery at school.

Mummy led me to my new crib and helped me to get into it. She locked the top and lifted the side rail: I was trapped.

“Mummy will wake you up in the morning: I will be down stairs with my baby monitor in case you cry for a nappy change. Sweet dreams baby: Mummy loves you!” – Mummy told me as she blew me a kiss and left closing the door behind her. I grabbed my thick babyish duvet and went to sleep…


Mummy walked down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to brew a cup of tea. After the kettle boiled, Mummy walked into the front-room and sat into the thick large sofa…then the home telephone went.

“Now: what!” – Mummy sighed as she herself hasn’t rested since this morning. Mummy picked up the telephone:

“Hello?” – Mummy asked.

“Hi Joanne, its Cheryl Cannon: John’s mum.” – Cheryl cheerfully spoke down the telephone.

“Hi Cheryl, Sarah said you were going to ring tonight?” – Mummy asked.

“I know, but John is out at the moment, I thought he’d be out tonight, never mind. Joanne I’m ringing up to ask if what happened to Tommy, really happened. – Cheryl asked curiously to Mummy.

“Yes and no. To be honest I was just praying every night for my teenage son to go back into nappies and babyhood…why?” – Mummy asked Cheryl as Mummy sipped her tea.

“Well, I miss my little Johnny. I feel that soon he’ll be driving, partying and going to University…I just want him to need me once again…am I wrong?” – Cheryl asked Mummy.

“I told Sarah the same. I feel the same as you…though John has got a bad reputation, unlike my Tommy.” – Mummy bluntly told Cheryl.

“You’re right. I do fear that John might end up as a druggy, benefit scrounger or worse in prison! I’ll do anything to have John back in nappies again, wanting and needing my dependence.” – Cheryl sadly commented down the telephone.

“If you that sure: contact Sarah and speak with Dr. Stone: she is really good at listening…I’m sure you both can come to some arrangement.” – Mummy hinted to Cheryl wanting to hang up and drink her tea in peace.

“Oh, okay, yeah you’re right. I will thank you Joanne. I keep you posted. Take care.” – Cheryl said to Mummy.

“Anytime Cheryl, I speak to you soon, take care.” – Mummy said then hanged up. Mummy sighed to herself raising her eyebrows in the air then peacefully drank her tea.

…At the Cannon house Cheryl quickly made a pray:

“Dear Lord, please make my teenage son unpotty trained, so he is always depended on me, I want him to be helpless like a toddler…and I want him to call me ‘Mummy’. I hope you can give me what I want…Amen.” – Cheryl quietly prayed. Then her front-door opened it was John.

“Mum, I’m going to bed: I feel tired wake me up later for football training please.” – John told his mum.

“Sure honey, have a long rest…” – Cheryl smiled watching her teenage son go upstairs.

Later that night…

Cheryl walked into her son’s bedroom to wake him; she turned on John’s bedroom light, walked over to John’s bed then pulled the duvet from him:

“John, it’s time to get up for football training.” – Cheryl softly spoke as she pulled her son’s duvet cover revealing John sleeping on his tummy.

“Oh my God: John!” – Cheryl announced in shock.

John quickly woke up to find that has wet the bed…

The End

This Story is written by Croc

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AB/DL Shirts Pooping in Progress

Pooping in Progress

Pooping in Progress…. Maybe Mommy or Daddy will change you?

AB/DL Shirts have recently release this limited t-shirt design in there shop. Wounder if you only is suppose to where this t-shirt when you are close to have a messy diaper? But that dont seems right how should the baby know when he or she is going to have a messy diaper?

But still it is a special t-shirt to where.

But so far it seems that no one of the shirt that they have ad to there store have get printed yet because of the goal they have set for the t-shirt has not been reached and that is sad. The t-shirt i had order end up whit that problem. So now i need to wait and hope they going to add it again.

You can see here what type of t-shirt i had order.

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Gamer Pup


Gamer PupI’m busy! I dun have time for breaks! >:I

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Yes it is easy to see that Josh/Rex dont have time for any potty break when he play video games. Thats way i think that he decide to where his cute pink diaper when he play so he does not need to take any breaks to visit the potty. And from the look on this cute drawing he dident even seams to notes that he have end up whit a messy diaper. And way should he think about that? He wear his pink cute diaper for a reason so way should he have any focus or listen to signals from his bladder or rectum now when he wearing a diaper that can handle the accident that he have during the fun play time that he have. This is what diaper is for to handle the accidents that can happens so you can focus on other things and change the diaper when you have the time for it.

I only hope that Josh/Rex dont wait to long so he ends up whit a diaper rash.

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