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Toon Diaper Butt Doctor

Toon Diaper Butt DoctorDraw and everything by Diegesis

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Looks like the doctor have a strange weird diaper butt that is visiting him today. But it seems like he have some problem to find out whats wrong here :( Poor thing looks like he have allot of things to considering now :(

I sure hope he manage to figure out whats wrong whit this kangaroos butt :)

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Billy’s Fault Part 7

This story is written by Les Lea

The recent success at work and the elation at a job brilliantly executed had had an effect on Sandra. She felt confident and secure in her judgement, after all, hadn’t what she’d accomplished benefited the entire company? Many people owed their future prospects to her skilful negotiating. Sandra was on top of the world and now, with this ‘personal’ project underway, there was a feeling of euphoria and that anything could be accomplished if she set her mind to it.

Sandra found her work colleagues giving her a great deal more respect and admiration. Another thing that happened was… she wasn’t always tired and grumpy. In fact, she was now unexpectedly rejuvenated, enjoying and coping with everything being sent her way. Nothing was too much trouble or problem insurmountable. It was if she’d been born again.

Before this success, her work life and family life had all been a bit of a burden but now, now she relished the opportunity to fix a problem or find a solution and saw she was able to do both with relative ease. With work sorted she was certain that her home ‘dilemma’ was also soon to be another thing successfully accomplished.

The thing was… her success had literally gone to her head. That victory had set off a number of neurons, chemicals and synapses acting in a way they never had before.

#

Sandra was pleased with the way her boy looked in his new outfit. Strangely a sudden rush of empathy ran through her nervous system as she was reminded of Billy as a toddler. It was a time when he was just so cute and lovable and hadn’t yet got into the habit of lying or causing trouble. Now she saw him dressed as he was she sighed… that was a time Sandra recognised she missed terribly.

Even though he’d been wearing a nappy now for quite number of days, this weeping, chastised little boy in his shiny plastic pants resonated in her head. Perhaps, all the piss, shit and dirty nappies had led to this moment of realisation and that was why she was so keen to continue with things as they were. Whether she was truly out to humiliate him or not, the truth was, she loved the way he was now and didn’t want things to change.

His big eyes, glassy from all his crying and his sad face made her forget the terror he’d become and remember the sweet innocent he used to be. Then he’d loved his nappy, even after he was potty trained he still held a terry nappy square as a sort of security blanket and silently sucked on its corners when worried.

With her boy now nervous and completely subjugated such memories flooded her hippocampus. She hugged him again hoping to make him feel less unsure about what he was wearing.
“You look so… so cute Billy… I… I…”

She hugged him again and kissed the top of his head, whilst patting his plastic protection in what she hoped was a reassuring way. She wanted him to accept the situation and the punishment for what he’d done and realise this was all for his own good.

Not too long ago she would have thought up this idea of punishing Billy and immediately rejected it as stupid and far too labour intensive. However, now, it seemed like the best thing she’d ever planned; the detail, the inclusion, the eventual outcome all appeared to be the obvious solution to her problems. She was in no doubt whatsoever she was on the right track.

There was a possible bonus, and that was getting back onto some kind of social level from which she’d been shunned for far too long. She thought she deserved to be accepted and, whilst getting Billy back as a functioning part of the family, had come up with this unusual ‘failsafe’ plan to make that happen.

Billy had been quite the little angel when a baby. He looked cute and was just so loving and sweet natured. Where ever or whenever it went wrong… that moment had to be found and rectified so, in amongst everything else that was going on in her head, the re-set button on Billy had to be pressed. Starting over seemed a brilliant place to begin and, as he was already wearing a nappy, thought the time and opportunity were there for the taking.

To begin with he would feel it was a continuation of the protection from his illness but later, when realising this was all he was being allowed to wear, she knew he’d start to lash out.

However, she was going to be firm but sympathetic, loving but controlling and see how long he could go without throwing a tantrum. Although, if or when he did, it would quickly be dealt with.

No outburst was going to be tolerated, nor would damage to any of his protection, both grounds for a severe paddling.

Sandra made the rules and consequences abundantly clear. She made the threat one he could not ignore.

She hugged Billy in a tight, loving embrace and whispered it was now up to him, his behaviour would be under close scrutiny and she hoped that the wooden spoon (or any other unspecified implement) wouldn’t need to be used again.

A shiver of fear ran through Billy’s already wracked body. He also didn’t want to feel the sting of that particular implement of punishment again and the idea there was something even worse really worried him.

The throbbing of his well chastised bottom was calming a little thanks to the heavy cushioning he now wore but the sudden thought of it happening again brought an unexpected flush as he wet his new soft pristine nappy for the first time.

#

The family appeared to be going through some kind of transition.

The microbes destroying Billy’s organs.

Hormones messing with Lizzie’s mind.

Neurons giving Sandra a strange euphoria.

Only Dee-Dee was unaffected by all this internal mayhem but was in no position to influence any of it. She looked on and occasionally hid behind her own protection when it all seemed to be getting a bit much. She’d happily been involved in planning and conspiring with mummy and Lizzie against Billy but now saw she was being asked to be grown up as Billy once again became the centre of attention.

Lizzie had told her that now Billy was the baby of the family, he needed looking after, he needed to wear protection and (Lizzie had said this in a conspiratorial whisper), he needed his two big sisters to help him come to terms with it all.

Dee-Dee wasn’t sure if she could do all this; after all, she quite liked her own protection now and didn’t want her moments with Lizzie to end if Billy was going to be getting all the attention… again.

Meanwhile, Billy was finding it difficult to believe his mother would do something like this. He knew it was well within the bounds of something Lizzie would dream up, but his mother?

It wasn’t fair. Why was she being so cruel? He thought she was being so understanding about his illness, but it was all a charade, he felt deceived.

He was very much in denial by simply not seeing his massive contribution to this whole scenario.

He looked down at the huge padding between his legs, the shiny plastic armour that gripped everything so tight – why would his mother think this was a good idea? He should be out with his mates climbing trees, camping, swimming in the… well, perhaps not swimming…

He shouldn’t be treated as a baby and the tantrum that was building changed to yet another deluge of sobbing… the warmth of his pee spreading in his protection making him think twice about the potency of his objection.

#

Sandra was content.

She’d set out the rules so he could be in no doubt what the consequences were if he disobeyed her and, as she was very busy with her much more prestigious job, knew she would have to rely on Elizabeth to keep him to them.

Should he want to go out with his mates, he could do as long as he was wearing his infantile fortification and had someone suitable supervising. Other clothing was optional but only at her or Lizzie’s discretion.

He wouldn’t be allowed to just smooch around the house or avoid his friends. Family outings and people visiting would not be an excuse for him to hide away; he’d have to face society dressed in his thick protection. How he handled it would be up to him but should he make a scene, Sandra made it very clear that she would punish him in public and wouldn’t spare his embarrassment.

She also made it clear that for his ‘benefit’ she’d bought very strong and heavy see-thru plastic pants. She’d made it abundantly obvious that he would be only wearing such clothing at home… and in public should he not behave.

They were tough and quite watertight but revealed the nappy underneath.

However, should an accident occur, it could be noticed immediately and the appropriate action undertaken.

They creaked and noisily crackled when worn but were an absolute deterrent to any accidental faecal or urine accidents; the pharmacist had been very resolute about the quality of the product.

Billy was going to have a constant reminder, through the sound and feel of his protection, just why he was being punished in this way.

To be in a position to be able to hide even part of this childish stuffing he would have to earn the right to shorts by being on his best behaviour… all the time.

He’d simply brought the entire thing down on himself. It was entirely his own fault.

Yes, Sandra was quite content in how she was dealing with her wayward son.

#

He would be wearing a nappy and soft vinyl pants to sleep in but his daywear would consist of this new formal protection. He wasn’t going to like it one bit but Sandra planned on getting him used to the idea by being consistent. Any dissention had to be nipped in the bud fairly early on so, after a few attempts she came up with a surprising schedule. A schedule that would make sure he was up and dressed appropriately before she went to work. No more lie-ins and more especially, so she could make sure he started the day as she intended he finish it, well protected and under firm supervision.

His life would take on a very strict regime and for which she produced a timetable.

7.00. Get up, toilet and morning change.

7.15. Breakfast

7.30 – 10.00. Play

10.00 – 10.15. Juice and snacks

10.15 – Noon. Play

Noon – 12.30. Lunch

12.30 – 1.30. Nap time

1.30 – 1.45. Change

1.45 – 4.30. Play

4.30. Evening Meal

5.00 – 6.30. TV and family time

6.30 – 7.00. Bath time

7.00 Bedtime and story (the story was added by Lizzie when she saw the timetable, she thought all babies liked a story at the end of the day).

All nappy changes would have to be supervised; Billy could not be trusted to do it properly himself. The only thing he was allowed to do for himself was play and often even that would be directed by Lizzie.

Sandra had to agree with Lizzie that it was all very juvenile but, as she was at pains to point out to her ‘thoughtful’ daughter, his action had led to him having to wear nappies, so it was only right he should just carry on wearing them.

To Sandra this just seemed to make perfect sense. He’d brought it on himself and, as they’d found out over the past few days, his behaviour was better when wearing protection. They had better control over his life the less control they allowed Billy to have even if that meant removing everything that pointed to him being an eleven year-old boy.

This of course was music to Lizzie’s ears.

#

Now she had her boy and her system in place Sandra asked the other three boy’s parents for their input. She’d heard them complaining about their lack of respect, and although each boy was slowly recovering the overall result had been a huge strain on the families concerned.

Sandra offered a possible respite should any of the other parents feel they needed it; a readymade babysitter and a chance to be temporarily free from their obnoxious, untrustworthy sons.

When Sandra had discussed her thoughts with Lizzie her daughter couldn’t believe what was being asked, it was all so perfect. If there was a word for when all ideas and plans mesh together to produce a satisfying result, Lizzie didn’t know it but what her mother was suggesting must be it.

Lizzie had come up with the idea of making her brother and little sister babies for the holiday simply because the idea amused her. She liked the idea they’d be totally reliant on her but now, well, sheesh, what a cosmic turn up. Providence had proved – be careful what you wish for… but in this case… well!

She was quite astounded that her mother wanted to enforce almost exactly the regime she had planned on executing for her own entertainment, and was going to be well paid for taking on such responsibility. Not only that, but she would possibly be in charge of Billy’s little posse of friends who were in need of the same discipline.

She was overwhelmed by the hugeness of the project but already her mind was working on ways to make it fun… for her at least. The thought of having total control over four eleven year-old boys was mind blowing. As her motherly thoughts towards Billy gave way to the more embarrassing aspects of his and his friend’s new situation, she giggled to herself, full of the fun she anticipated.

Although Sandra would be home some of the time, she made it clear to the other parents that during the day Elizabeth would be supervising Billy and that, for a reasonable fee, had agreed to act as babysitter to anyone else who cared to join him. Thus relieving them of the worry of finding their own babysitter and having the confidence in the abilities of her daughter (she’d waxed lyrically about how fantastic Lizzie had been during the worse aspects of Billy’s illness), they all seemed impressed.

#

Dave, Mitch and Aaron had all, at one time or another, complained in general about Billy’s big sister.

They moaned about how pushy she was and how often she’d show Billy up by making him do things he didn’t want to do. They complained how she spoiled the fun the boys would be having by her aggressive and demanding nature.

After many secret phone calls between all parents, and to the total ignorance of their boys, Sandra’s plan was eagerly pounced upon with surprising fervour. It appeared that she’d come up with a strategy that solved a number of concerns, her recent successful negotiating skills for her job definitely working in her favour.

Between all the parents it was agreed that until they thought their boys were trustworthy enough to observe the rules they would be treated as toddlers. Sandra had gone out of her way to explain what she intended doing to her son and why. She hoped the other parents would join her in the enterprise seeing as how the problems the boys now endured were self-inflicted. She wanted Billy at least to learn a very specific lesson – ‘listen to your mother’ and argued that it was an opportunity to retrain them all at a very basic level.

Despite one or two small worries her overall plan was accepted and, as the boys, like Billy, were already wearing nappies to cover the occasional night time accident, there was no reason not to start immediately.

Part of this ‘quick acceptance’ was because what Sandra was offering meant that the other parents would be relieved of many of their own worries. Their boys had been a huge problem before their illness dictated their messy bedridden life and the idea that they didn’t have to worry about a babysitter was a huge bonus. Lizzie’s hard won reputation was about to used and the boys’ lives were going to change quite dramatically.

It was decided that now Billy had all but recovered Dave, Mitch and Aaron could visit. In fact, what was actually being arranged was for them all to be left at the Southall residence each week day where Lizzie would babysit the four boys for the duration of the long school break. This would give the other families freedom to get on with their lives, whilst the disruptive and argumentative element was kept busy elsewhere.

Although the Southall home was originally meant as a drop off and pick up venue on a daily basis arrangements could be made for one or more of the boys to stay over. Sandra would be home on an evening to supervise, so if the parents and family wanted a break for a few days, they could go off and leave the troublesome part of the family in the responsible care of the Southall’s.

Sandra jokingly called it a ‘The Canal Boys Summer Camp’ so his mates were under no illusion that the cause of their strange and shameful situation was all Billy’s fault.

This proposal appealed greatly to all the stressed parents and Sandra’s standing in this very specific little community soared as a result of such a generous offer.

Lizzie would be well paid for taking on the responsibility of looking after such a boisterous group but her charges would have restrictions placed upon them and it would be up to her to enforce the rules that, in the past, they all seemed so at ease breaking.

#

From the tentative and dismissive way they had referred to Lizzie to their parents, it was already noted that they were fairly fearful of her. They thought she was a bit of a tyrant and her reputation at school had also filtered down to some of the parents.

She was a bit of a bully, very authoritative, sure of her abilities and so wasn’t going to be a push over. Only a few older students at school challenged Lizzie, whilst the younger kids tried to keep out of her eye-line.

Her reputation was such that, perhaps she wouldn’t have to work so hard to make sure the boys were kept in line.

The ‘summer camp’ meant no unsupervised activity without a grown-up or other designated responsible person being around. It would be made clear that any infringement of the rules would mean punishment, and not just the threat of punishment.

Sandra’s timetable was to be the basis for what was to take place.

Strict bed times would be enforced; protection would be worn at all times, so nappies would become the main clothing and were there to be used. Soiled nappies would only be changed by the ‘responsible’ other person or their delegated helpers. No boy was allowed to change himself, any attempt to do so would result in severe punishment, which didn’t mean the loss of TV privileges, it meant a trip over the knee and a firm spanking.

The boys had to know that through their own actions they had gotten themselves in to nappies so it was going to be through wearing their nappies they would be able to get out of this punishment. They were to be left in no doubt it was a punishment and the more they fought it, the longer they would have to wear them. If their behaviour improved then perhaps more favourable attire would be found. However, if it didn’t, the threat was… they would be wearing protection into the new school term until it did.

Lizzie liked these rules and wanted to take them a little further.

She came up with a chart where her ‘babies’ would earn stars or spanks for being good or naughty. If they achieved a certain number of stars they were to be given a treat, if they got a certain number of crosses on the chart, then a good spanking was what they could look forward to. When no adult was around she would be in complete and total control of their lives from the moment they arrived in the morning until they were taken home again.

In getting everyone to agree these terms Sandra used the same argument Lizzie had used when Billy and Dee-Dee had begun bedwetting. She suggested, quite forcefully, that to get the best results from this plan of action all parents needed to be on the same page.

It was no good if, once the boys got home, the rules were changed. A united front would have a better chance of success and any weakness in one party would probably mean the undermining of the entire project.

Sandra thought it only fair to those who did agree shouldn’t be destabilised by anyone who didn’t. To this end she emailed the timetable and chart info and wanted complete accord before things were finalised. She was adamant that if any parent didn’t subscribe to this ‘manifesto of action’ she’d rather they didn’t take part than disrupt the entire thing.
Perhaps surprisingly, all the parents thought the scheme worth a go and decided, in relatively quick time, it was an endeavour worth pursuing.

#

The boys were being railroaded into something they had no say in, or knowledge about. The parameters of the ‘summer camp’ had been set without consultation on their part and so it was a done deal.

They didn’t know it but with a promise that they’d be seeing their friends in the very near future, the first part of the plan was put into action.

When the other three boys were sleeping their closets, just like Billy’s, were emptied and clothes removed. They had no idea what was about to happen but as they were all still wearing night time protection, because of the few bugs still running rampant in their system, the first part of their new morning ritual was underway… with relative simplicity.

All the parents had been given time to prepare for this day so had already, from various sources, accrued those items needed; nappies, disposables, plastic and rubber pants, t-shirts and shorts.
When they woke up each boy was greeted with a firm parent who would brook no argument. Aaron and Mitch found themselves having to eventually conform to the new dress code after a sound spanking from their fathers, whilst Dave was already in the dog house and dare not defy his mother.

Like Billy he’d been acting up and had become quite an annoyance to his parents and especially his slightly younger sister who he constantly picked on. His arrogance and feeling of superiority was only brought slightly down to earth when he first filled his pants.

Realising their part in letting their son get to have such an overbearing attitude his bottom had received many beatings since the start of his ‘troubles.’ He’d found fairly quickly that sympathy was in short supply when it came to an ill-disciplined boy who defied his parents. Now, with much of his haughtiness knocked out of him was fearful of more to come if he didn’t do exactly as instructed.

His parents, Jean and William Thomas had been at the forefront of supporting Sandra’s plan and it had been their enthusiasm that helped get the other parents to so quickly agree.

David didn’t like wearing the thick disposable and nursery print plastic pants under his cotton shorts because no matter how he tried to pull them up, they still revealed the thick padding. He was mortified when told he was going somewhere that morning but found a quick slap soon had him towing the line without any further defiance. There had been a strap which had efficiently got the message home. The over-bearing youngster was now a very timid little boy scared of doing the wrong thing.

#

Mitch’s parent, Anna and Douglas Baker, were far more easy-going but had come to realise that it was their free and easy attitude that had led their son to become such a self-centred and obnoxious little bastard.

When he’d come down with his problem, the soaked bed being quite a surprise, they had been very sympathetic. Even when he’d filled his pants during the afternoon, they’d still been compassionate but, again like Billy, he hadn’t told them the truth. So, when they eventually found out… that benevolence ran out. He had simply been told too many times about the dangers and they realised he might influence his two younger brothers by his thoughtless action so steps had to be taken.

Although the antibiotics had proved successful there were still some lingering problems. This was the reason that all the boys were still wearing protection at night as a complete recovery had yet to happen. Mitch hated wearing his protection in front of his younger brothers and was very annoyed, often threatening or hitting them, if they so much as giggled at his embarrassment.

Sandra’s possible solution was the clarion call to the Bakers for them to fix something, or at least to try and make things better. It was amazing the speed in which they were soon on-board.

Mitch woke up to find a nappy, thick blue rubber pants and a blue t-shirt ready for the day ahead and despite his blubbing and threats, was finally dressed for his trip. He had no idea where he was going, and didn’t like the way he was dressed but had no say in what was going to happen. The threat of a life time wearing a nappy if he acted up was enough to eventually quell his disobedience.

#

Aaron’s father, Steven, had taken his only son on a hiking expedition into the hilly countryside, which was something the two bonded over. Steven was a very outdoorsy type of guy and his son loved to be tramping the hills, walking the dales or camping next to a lake with him whenever he could. He was the apple of his father’s eye.

They did everything together and Steven was clear about Aaron always being aware by planning ahead; explaining how to keep safe, taking precautions against inclement weather, always having the correct equipment and clothing. It was under these conditions when Aaron, miles from anywhere, but thankfully on a well-trodden track, felt the first pain in his tummy. A couple more stabs, and a few feet further on screamed in agony as his bowel gave way and filled his undies and shorts.

The pain was so intense that, like Billy, he rolled around in torment as his body tried to expel everything that was in him. He rolled on the grass verge with streams of brown liquid filling the seat of his pants and dribbling down his legs. It was a mess and unfortunately one his father hadn’t thought to provide for.

Under the circumstances there wasn’t an awful lot they could do. However, thankfully another passing walker, a lady pushing a pram and watching over a couple of kids, stopped to offer help. She seemed better equipped for such an accident as she produced wipes, a cloth and soothing words for the distraught boy.

However, she also had a couple of large plastic rubbish bags and spare disposable nappies, which had been destined for her kids should they have an accident out in the wilds. She suggested to Steven that he strip his son out of the filth, do his best to clean him up and put him in one of the disposables until there was something better. She even fashioned a sort of plastic shirt from one of the bin bags that he could put his arms and head through so he wasn’t completely naked.

The rustling walk back (his disposable and plastic sack swished together noisily with each step) was slow but mercifully uneventful as Aaron, led by his father, sorrowfully completed the trip; his eyes misted in tears so he didn’t take much notice of just how he looked. The black bin bag only reached down to his crotch so the drooping disposable could easily be seen as he and his father hesitantly manoeuvred themselves back to the car.

Steven slowly led his son to the car park which was next to a large café hikers and lorry drivers used. There he was able to clean him up a little better but thought it best to get him home with some urgency.

With just two miles to go before their house, Aaron had felt that pain again and filled his disposable. It did it’s best to contain as much as it could but there was a disaster on the front seat.

Steven was perplexed on what was happening to his son but knew it appeared more serious than a simple gastro-intestinal upset.

In the meantime Aaron’s mother Julia had discovered the wet sheets from the morning so was already on the war-path for when he returned.

Once through the door the shitty little boy was in big trouble, but after a thorough clean up his mother, unprompted by anything other than preventing further mess, slipped him back into an old nappy and plastic pants. These had been left over from his ‘difficult early school problems’ so once he was well protected sent him to bed, where, apart from a trip to the doctors, he stayed, suitable encased.

It was just as well as he had several terrible experiences before they were able to get the doctor to prescribe something. Meanwhile, Julia was determined that any mess would be contained with Aaron, it was his crap and was damned if it was going to interfere with the running of the household. She fortified his nappy with large thick white rubber pants so that nothing could leak and all would be held safely until time for a change.

Steven was a little more sympathetic than Julia though both were unsure of the cause of his problem. His mother hated the fact that he’d tried to hide his bedwetting incident; she saw it as a lack of trust. She’d noticed other things that Aaron had done or said that later proved untrue or simply a downright lie and no longer trusted her son.

Both were worried he was fast becoming a secretive liar and that wasn’t how he was brought up. So, when they found out about the boys swimming in the canal, and that they were all suffering from intestine problems that were giving them the ‘squirts’, they knew something had to be done.

Word had spread between the affected parents quickly but it was ‘that Southall woman’ who, though not flavour of the month, had crystallised them together with a plan of action.

No one thought the way Sandra did, but with encouragement from their friends Jean and William Thomas, and the knowledge that Aaron’s other school mates, Dave, Billy and Mitch were going to be part of this ‘experiment’, Steven and Julia were soon equally involved in the enterprise.

He was made ready for ‘summer camp’ wearing very thick protection and voluminous white rubber pants, he cried, kicked and screamed and begged not to have to go as his father forcefully led him to the car.

Aaron felt the humiliation grow as they headed to an unknown destination. His dad was trying to be cheerful and upbeat saying he was going to be with his friends, which didn’t help the panic that swept into Aaron’s nappy in a huge unfettered spurt.

#

Billy had had a very strange and fitful night. The spanking had scared and scarred him and every time he slipped into slumber he relived the powerful beating he’d endured. That was all his mind could come up with, his mother really setting his butt on fire with that awful spoon. The spoon was featuring heavily in his thoughts and dreams.

Even though he’d spent the last few days desperate to be relieved of his infantile nappy, he’d woken up messy and soaked. His bottom felt sore from the spanking but, whereas before he might speak and have some attitude, he was deathly silent as his mother cleaned him up and changed him for the day ahead. He was fearful of saying or doing the wrong thing and so, without so much as a murmur, saw himself fitted into his new, daily uniform.

To Billy the nappy felt thicker, his mother having added extra booster soak pads simply because he’d had such a messy night. He saw it as further punishment; she saw it as a simple precaution. However, with the heavy plastic see-thru pants covering it all… everyone could make up their own minds.

He was at an all-time low. His mother’s accusatory words and heavy hand had done a great deal to knock his usual spirit. Never in all his life had he been so frightened of what was going to happen. When his father had been handcuffed in front of him and taken off to jail, it hadn’t worried him but this… this was something he hadn’t bargained for and was fearful where it might end.

His normal grumbling was also very restrained as he felt the tightness hugging his groin, the t-shirt he’d been given to wear was one of Lizzies – white with a large blue smiling bear on the front. It had been one of her favourites when she was six and it fitted Billy perfectly. He’d also noticed that there was a pair of very small matching shorts, which he assumed rightly, would be to wear should he venture out anywhere.

He sighed and sobbed at his predicament but that was all he could do, the threat of a severe spanking making him hold his tongue. He felt the anger build up but yet another sudden spurt of pee into his bolster soak-pad stifled any thought of an outburst.

It was over an early subdued breakfast that he was informed that he would be having visitors; some of his school friends were coming over to spend some time with him.

He was horrified that his mates would see him dressed like he was and began to cry. He pleaded with his mother for it not to happen but she took no notice and merely reminded him that any argument would mean a visit from ‘the spoon’… or worse.

Leaving the threat there she turned her attention to her youngest.

After many reassuring conversations with Dee-Dee, Sandra had partially convinced her she had no need for protection. She was sat at the table in her little pink skirt and glittery top but with no sign of her usual plastic pants peeking out from beneath. She was back, for the time being at least, to her big girl princess knickers, which of course made Billy feel even more like the baby of the family.

Of course Dee-Dee and Lizzie were both on board with what their mother had planned so were very encouraging, saying, after all this time being on his own it was about time he had some friend over to play with. From the silent tears streaming down his face that didn’t look likely but he had no option.

#

Everyone arrived at the Southall’s within minutes of each other. The three cars unburdened themselves of their reluctant cargos as each boy stood apprehensively wearing just their t-shirts and protection, although Dave at least had a thin pair of cotton shorts covering up his thick padding.

A scared and embarrassed Billy was there to ‘greet’ them dressed in his childish armour, also there in welcome was his mother and sisters.

“Hi boys,” Sandra smiled, “welcome to summer camp – The Canal Boys Summer Camp – a camp designed just for those boys who take no notice of their parents to the dangers of swimming in filth.”

Aaron and Billy weren’t the only ones who’d already wet because both Mitch and Dave had, thanks to nerves and unrestrainable pee, felt their nappies grow warmer during the trip over.

They stood uncertainly each trying not to stare at the others thick protection but failing miserably as a feeling of dread and embarrassment filled their bodies. Their already damp nappies were joined by even more leaking piss as each wondered just exactly what their parents had signed them up to.

“You can thank Billy for encouraging you all to go swimming and ending up in nappies but, as you all seemed happy to follow him in this reckless pursuit… we thought you might like to follow him with his punishment.”

At this point she ran her hand over Billy’s thick protection, his hard shiny plastic pants glowing radiantly in the warm morning sun; the metal of the two huge nappy pins sparkling as if to draw attention to these items of total infantilism, his bulky fabric nappy easily discernible through the glossy plastic.

Billy was surprised to see his friends dressed in much the same fashion as he was and for some reason he was both pleased and grossed out by it. However, the snarl on the faces of the other boys was definitely not one of brotherhood.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Billy’s Fault Part 6

This story is written by Les Lea

For the next few days everything was centred on Billy’s recovery. Although he didn’t need hospitalisation he was very weak and unable to do much. Both Sandra and Lizzie saw to nappy changes during the slow but eventual positive reaction to Doctor Harper’s treatment.

The baby’s bottle full of health- building nutrients was definitely the best way to get him to drink even if he wasn’t that aware of the process. However, Lizzie maintained substituting the dummy for the empty bottle because, in his slightly comatose state, she just loved to see him sucking away hoping to get more liquid.

He really did look like a big vulnerable baby.

Whilst he was out of his senses and needed all the help his family could offer, bit by bit Lizzie began to see her brother in a slightly different light. Things began to get muddled – one minute pleased she was causing him some embarrassment (even if he was not really aware of it) the next she felt for him.

Somewhere in all this ‘childish’ madness, her hormones, like Billy’s interfering microbes, began to take effect. Her thoughts were shifting and saw it as her duty, not as a piece of ‘holiday mischief’. She began to view it as her obligation to make sure he was kept safe, and to her, the best way to do that was keep him in nappies.

It was perhaps strange the way these two approaches had become one.

The revelation came about when Lizzie was discussing something with her mother, who was piling praise for all the effort she’d put into Billy.

Because of work, Sandra wasn’t there all the time and although she made sure she was home as much as possible, it was her eldest daughter who maintained a careful watch.

“I think I’d like to work with children and babies when I’m older.”

She seemed embarrassed and shy about revealing such thoughts even to her mother.

“Perhaps in a kindergarten or… some such…”

For the first time in a very long time Elizabeth had the doubts of a fourteen year-old. Would her mum think she was able to do anything like that?

“Well dear, you’d be ideal,” Sandra responded, “the amount of care you’ve put into both Dee-Dee and Billy… especially Billy… has been exceptional. Good for you.”

“Well, it has been hard work.”

Lizzie was chuffed with such a positive reaction and saw herself a little more ‘caring’ and a little less ‘evil’ big sister.

“And you my love have not shirked any responsibility at all.”

Lizzie shrugged so her mother continued.

“Lizzie, you have been wonderful… even changing messy nappies hasn’t put you off… and that was something your father never got to grips with. You’ve proven time and time again just how thoughtful, quick thinking, aware…”

Sandra was running out of the correct words as she stroked her daughter’s hair and hugged her tightly.

“You would be fantastic in such a job.”

#

Although Billy still filled his nappy at least the dramatic effects of diarrhoea had been brought under some control. Unfortunately, the parasites clung on longer in his bladder but eventually his bright orange pee changed colour to something less vivid. Despite this, he was still experiencing uncontrolled spurts and woke up damp most mornings.

However, no matter how much better he got his mother insisted he should stay in bed as he was very weak and they didn’t want to ‘agitate’ those destructive bacteria and make their ‘sweet little boy’ have a relapse. Although he wasn’t aware, this was both a part of his recovery and punishment.

Between them they made Billy feel cared for but very much incapable of looking after himself.

This was very much a part of Sandra’s plan and Lizzie still had moments when she just loved to see her brother squirm as he was changed. This was something his mother wouldn’t let him do on his own; she simply didn’t trust him to be thorough enough.

Despite his grumblings he was confined to bed wearing thick protection. They insisted, under doctor’s orders, he continued to use a nappy for “health and hygiene reasons”.

Billy didn’t quite catch on to the extent they were babying him but, because of his disastrous flaunting of doctor’s orders last time, reluctantly did as he was told.

As he grew stronger and more able to do things Sandra changed the bottle for a sippy cup (an old one of Dee-Dee’s from when she was a toddler). He was still a little shaky so explained to him that it was all about keeping him ‘safe, secure and on the mend’.

Lizzie was sad to see this bit of the process come to an end because she’d had the idea to tell him that the doctor insisted he had to drink from the baby’s bottle so he didn’t “…take too much liquid in all in one go”. Of course that was total fabrication but it gave Lizzie the opportunity to keep Billy a baby for that bit longer.

This was the strange contradiction Lizzie was dealing with; one moment loving and understanding, the next out to maximise any chance to humiliate Billy.

At night she slipped into his room to make sure he had a dummy to suck on and a teddy bear to hug. Now it wasn’t so much to embarrass him (although there was probably still an element of that) she thought he’d simply sleep better knowing he had those with him, like any baby would.

She loved feeding her brother when he’d been incapable and had insisted, even as he recovered, that it was best if she managed the spoon, all he had to do was concentrate on getting the food down.

To begin with it made perfect sense but Lizzie, like the bottle, insisted carrying on the work until she had no alternative but let her charge feed himself.

He was allowed out of bed for short periods but only to either play by himself or with Dee-Dee.

Although wetting got more controlled his juvenile protection was still his day and night time dress code; he wasn’t given the opportunity to question that decision… it was for ‘medical reasons’.

#

Whilst ill Billy hadn’t noticed just how his room had filled up with nappies, vinyl pants, powders, lotions, creams, bottles, wipes and a host of other things. They were all he saw clothes wise and the only things with which he had any link during his recovery.

Lizzie brought down from the attic a few toys he’d had when younger and left them around for him to play with. He seemed happy for the distraction and, like when he was six, had an entire play area set up in his bedroom, which occupied his time.

There was absolutely no doubt as far as Sandra or Elizabeth was concerned, Billy was far more compliant and less argumentative when wearing a nappy. That nasty streak seemed to be hidden once he was wrapped in thick padding and the household was able to function in an atmosphere of peace and relative calm.

Any time he voiced even the slightest protest they vigorously reminded him of his shitty experience and how because of that, his filthy clothes had to be thrown away. Because of that he’d stay as he was until they were certain there would be no repeat performance.

However, that particular experience had so un-nerved Billy that, as if to prove the point, even the mere mention of it had him peeing into his nappy.

Meanwhile, Sandra had already cleared out all of Billy’s clothes; he wasn’t going to be given another opportunity of running off. She even parcelled up the few items of her husband’s and stored them in a secret place. The entire house now was only baby and female clothing. Billy would only be allowed to wear what was decided for him and for the moment that was just his vast array of infantile defence.

Of course he was less than thrilled at not being able to change out of all the protection and was getting fed up of them reminding him of his explosive accident. Again, he simply did not see it as his fault; he’d been ill and it happened… that was all there was to it.

However, unknown to him, Sandra had decided he was going to be kept in a nappy for quite some time to come. Her idea was simple – if he’d been so unconcerned about bringing such an occurrence down on himself, she was happy to impose it as a penance for his flagrant disregard to her instructions.

Dee-Dee had also thrown herself into looking after her brother. She wasn’t as reliant on her own protection as she had been but often, if Billy had a very wet or messy night, out of fear insisted on being reunited with it all. There were days when her mother said she didn’t need them and she’d happily wear knickers but then for some reason kick off and want to be put back.

Dee-Dee’s tantrums at this time were short-lived simply because Lizzie was more than happy to take charge and swaddle her little sister. Dee-Dee actually liked these moments of intimacy with her sister and would smile and giggle all the way through the process and offer a huge hug of thanks once the process was complete.

Meanwhile, together with help from her sister, Lizzie had got more of her old clothing ready for their baby brother. When the time came and he was well enough to go outside or on outings, he would be restricted to very few items and none he would probably like.

Lizzie had gathered items she hoped would match something similar to what Dee-Dee might wear. Her plan was to have them looking as much alike as possible and it would be to Billy’s detriment that he ended up looking more like his sister.

#

The summer was in full swing, the weather was wonderful but to begin with Sandra kept him confined to his room, “just to be sure”.

Of course Lizzie was left in charge when Sandra went to work and Billy had been given a stern warning about his attitude and conduct towards her. The threat of a spanking from mum didn’t particularly scare him but the idea that Lizzie might administer it certain did.

When he was out of bed he’d be allowed to play whilst wearing just his thick fabric nappy providing it was tucked in and fitted snugly. To see him scooting around on his hands and knees, playing with his toys, his pure white terry cotton bottom the focus of attention was definitely a visual bonus to the rest of the family.

He wasn’t happy with this arrangement, he hated the big pink pins that bound everything to him so tightly but neither his mother nor Lizzie gave him any other option. They were in charge of keeping him clean and tidy and that involved this kind of safeguard.

He still wasn’t fully fit but the occasionally leak would occur and wet the nappy so he found it difficult to argue about not wearing one.

Although recovering, Billy was made to feel that any control he thought he might have over his bodily functions was illusionary. To emphasise this they pointed to the fact that he always woke up soaking wet.

Whilst not always needed, this was of course helped to some degree by Lizzie’s magic squeezy bottle. She didn’t have to use it but sometimes her fourteen year-old devilment returned and she couldn’t help herself.

Both his mother and sister were adamant that any independence Billy felt would be led by what he was dressed in and not what he wanted to wear.

If he was unconcerned to go out wearing just a nappy then everyone was happy for him to do so. They knew that he would be disinclined to let anyone know he was wearing such heavy protection and were convinced that any rebellion would be governed by that.

Once he began to feel better and the disastrous shits had all but dried up Billy was begging for the new clothes promised by his mother before the fever took him. He couldn’t wait to get back into his own clothes and meet up with his mates.

He’d known nothing about the similar problems they’d had and when he’d asked if anyone had called was told that for ‘safeties sake’ they were not allowed to visit just yet. His ‘reassuring’ mum would add that no doubt, in good time, they’d soon be back together.

#

Sandra had been tired of the constant arguments in her own household and reached out to the parents of the other three boys to see if they had similar problems, and what, if any, solutions they’d come up with.

Once they got talking it was amazing just how fed up the boy’s mothers were with their continual disruptive shenanigans.

Naughty boys who’d disregarded the many lectures about the dangers of swimming in the canal, which they had so thoughtlessly ignored, were now paying for such negligence. So, the one thing they had in common were sons with infections and who, as a result were, at eleven years old, back to wearing nappies.

She wasn’t alone in being at her wit’s end, though somewhat surprised that, to varying degrees, they were all more than a little disgruntled with their own son’s unruly, self-centred attitude. They’d all had enough.

It would seem that Mitch, Dave and Aaron had the same self-obsessed little traits as Billy. Like him they were disrespectful and off-hand with the rest of their families, whilst not achieving the grades expected at school. Frustration and despondency seemed to be a recurring theme each mother voiced but wondered if it was just their age and ‘boys being boys’?

In some way Sandra was pleased that it wasn’t just Billy who was a pain and once all four mother’s got talking they had a great deal in common. The mums even complained about the long summer break being the most taxing event in the school year and dreaded having to find babysitters for their kids when they had to go out to work.

With that particular recurring theme a new, more adventurous plan began to formulate in Sandra’s head; a plan that would bring all the boys together where they could be ‘chastened’ for their lying and lack of respect.

As an incentive for the parents, there’d be a babysitter already in place to look after them. Sandra had never been on the ‘most popular parent’ list, mostly due to her husband’s criminality, but she was to find that this new idea would find a resonance with her fellow, undervalued and fraught parents.

However, first she had to make sure Billy was disciplined for lying.

She was determined to make sure he’d regret his disregard for her rules. The fact that he had been pissing and shitting himself was not enough, although it was the spur to what was to happen to him.

#

Having spoken to the other parents, having been lied to, always living on the edge with Billy’s tantrums and actions, Sandra had had enough.

Although she’d said she didn’t want to be vindictive she was more than a little determined that her son would know the consequences of his many ‘crimes’. She wondered if the other parents were in the same mood for a complete clamp down on their son’s behaviour but had decided that Billy for one was not going to forget this summer.

Having brought all this on himself Billy was soon to find his options very limited and the determination of his mother more focused on him than he would have liked. His nappy, even once cured of those determined little microbes, was going to become the centre of his world.

Sandra had to agree with Lizzie that, since her two youngest had been wearing nappies behaviour had certainly improved between them. Like Lizzie, she also agreed that there was obviously more control as to what they could do and where they could go. She’d noticed that Billy was reluctant to go outside at all if he was only wearing protection. His fear that “someone might see” kept him indoors and confined to bed, watching TV or playing in his room.

Dee-Dee was different from Billy; she wanted to wear protection because she was scared of anything untoward happening like it had him. She’d grown to rely on the ample padding to give her peace of mind when she went to bed and also, if she had to go out, she felt less anxious if she was wearing her slippery protection. She didn’t mind the padding between her legs, although her nappy wasn’t quite as thick as her brother’s, she had gotten used to it fairly quickly.

Lizzie had helped with this early on by constantly telling her little sister that she not only looked good in her protection but added a little lie by saying it helped to keep Billy’s infection at bay.

She then made it into a little game by letting Dee-Dee decide what protection she preferred to wear. Her choice was always greeted with enthusiasm, which made wearing it more of her own personal fashion statement, which her older sister encouraged.

However, Sandra had determined that, as far as Billy was concerned, he would be wearing nappies for the full length of the summer break. Now the infection had all but departed, perhaps it was time he knew why.

This was going to be an amalgamation of punishments, not only for his little swim in the canal, but every other obnoxious thing he’d done over the years.

The boy was definitely going to learn about consequences.

#

Billy still had no idea his mother knew about the illicit swim, he also didn’t know his friends were in the same boat, so it came as a surprise when Sandra called him into the front room for a talk.

It was a very warm day and he’d been outside playing in the back garden wearing only his nappy. However, he’d gone a couple of days without wetting so assumed she was about to take him shopping for new clothes. He’d been moaning and moody about the length of time the ‘doctor’ had insisted he stay in a nappy and thought it was about time he was released from such childish garb.

Of course the doctor had no say in the length of time he should be in a nappy that had been down to his mother. However, when she had asked him to come through for a chat he thought this seemed very positive.

Although only his mother was there Lizzie was hanging around out of sight but able to see and hear what was about to transpire. First his mother unpinned his wet nappy and let it fall to the floor, then she looked at him in a serious way.

“Billy,” she said with some authority, “I’m afraid the time has come to, well, er, um…” she reasserted herself. “Let you know what I know.”

The smile Billy had on his face disappeared and he fidgeted uncertainly in his nakedness.

“You have given this family, and as it turns out, others, a great deal of unpleasantness that was completely unnecessary.”

Billy cast his eyes to the floor wondering what exactly it was he’d done.

He tried thinking about his illness and couldn’t see how that affected anyone else. Typically, he didn’t see all the extra work everyone had to do to keep him spotless. Once his mother explained she knew about the canal swim he suddenly caught on.

“But, er, it was Aaron’s idea, not mine… he… er… um…”

She shook her head.

“No Billy, it was entirely your fault. The illness, the nappies, the unbelievable inconvenience that seems to follow you around… everything has been your fault. I’ve spoken to your friend’s parents and… even your friends are united in their agreement, it was all… your… fault.”

She accentuated the last three words as she took hold of his shoulders so he had to look her in the eyes.

“You refuse to take responsibility for anything and think that everyone else is here for your benefit… well that stops now.”

She grabbed him by the arm and thrust him over her lap.

Sandra hadn’t realised just how angry she’d become. Her fury grew with each misdemeanour she recalled. The boy had, over the last few years, put them through hell… now was the time a penance needed to be extracted… and acted upon to make sure of no repeat offenses.

#

He’d been spanked before and knew his mother was quite powerful when determined. However, the protest he screamed was very quickly subdued by the thwack of a wooden spoon making sudden contact with his upturned bottom.

She’d never used anything other than her hand before and this hurt more than he could ever remember.

He wriggled and squirmed in protest, screaming abuse through his tears as he attempted to get away. This didn’t help his case as the rain of blows from the implement that was reddening his bum cheeks grew more intense.

“You have brought this on yourself. The lies, the arguments, the complete lack of regard or respect for anyone…”

Sandra was exasperated and angry with what she had to do to get the message home but was determined that by the time she’d finished, Billy would be a completely different and well-mannered boy.

Dee-Dee joined Lizzie in her hiding place as her brother’s bottom turned varying shades of red.

“Why is Billy being spanked?”

Dee-Dee asked Lizzie inquisitively.

“For lying to mummy… and… for all the rotten things he has said or done to us.”

“Oh!”

“He’s been a very naughty boy and made things difficult for a lot of people so…. mummy thinks he needs to know just what a bad boy he’s been… and as a result… that there are consequences to all that.”

Lizzie was worried that all this info was going over Dee-Dee’s head but she just rubbed her silky protection and continued to watch her brother’s punishment.

#

Billy was still relatively weak from his illness and had no real power to escape his mother’s grip. The speed and control with which she administered his punishment, together with the reasons why his bottom was going to be so red, was lost as he bawled out his pain and rage.

His cussing didn’t last long as he soon found that it didn’t stop the painful whacks. Never had his bottom received such intense action or such a degree of agony. Even the pain caused by the microbes had been awful but not as excruciating as this.

Soon his screams of anger were whimpers of apology and tears but still his mother didn’t let up.

The aggressive little horror was supplanted by a feeble and very sorry weeping figure, drained of any resistance and pleading for his mother to stop and he’d agree anything to make it stop.

Eventually she did and stood him up facing her. The defiant attitude he often sported after being punished in the past was no longer there, just a picture of defeat.

His bottom stung but he was not allowed to rub the pain away, she held his arms down by his side as she informed him of what was going to happen next.

“As you acted like a baby in defying me regarding the canal, from now until you return to school, and as a reminder of those stupid actions, you will be wearing a nappy constantly. Whether you use it or not is up to you but both night and day you will be subject to thick protection so you don’t forget there are consequences to your irresponsible actions. Do you understand?”

Billy’s mind was desperately trying to find a way of making the pain in his bottom go away but his mother prevented this so he had to listen.

“You flaunted my rules and as a result you ended up wearing a nappy… well… now you will wear one all the time until I’m sure you understand why you are being punished this way.”

“But, but, buuuttt… aww, mum, mummy,” he was trying for some sympathy but it wasn’t working.

“It’s no good objecting or begging for a change of mind… it will not happen unless I see a real change in your attitude.”

She got her second wind.

“Whilst you’ve had to wear protection your arrogance and self-importance has diminished and you’ve been a far nicer person to be around… and that’s despite your messy and smelly accidents… I want to see that ‘nice’ person all the time.”

Reluctantly and through tearful, defeated glazed eyes he nodded understanding of his mother’s words.

“If at any time… without my permission I see you not wearing what I’ve determined, you will not only be grounded… you will be wearing a nappy to senior school come the new term.”

She waited to see if this further threat had any reaction but it was hard to see through the tears that were still falling. His naked body was trembling and his bottom was smarting badly so it was difficult being brave under such circumstances. The tears fell but the idea of going to senior school wearing a nappy terrified him.

In his head he was full of anger and defiance but in actuality, after Sandra had catalogued his long list of offenses, he wasn’t so sure of himself.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, and because of that, your friends have suffered and as a result of that, so have their families… you should be grateful that I’m not letting them discipline you as well.”

“However,” she emphasised the word, “in this house Lizzie has full power over you. She has been the one who has looked after you through your illness… so, should she see you breaking any of the rules I’ve set down, she has my authority to spank you there and then… and that means in public if she has to.”

#

Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing because the excruciating pain took away some of his understanding. All he could do was blub his responses. It was an extremely crestfallen eleven year-old who was now worried what his mates would say if he had to wear a nappy all the time.

Now she had his undivided attention Sandra made sure her words were understood and obeyed.

“We will no longer put up with any of your tantrums. You’re going to be kept on very tight reins and, if you start acting up at any time, you’ll end up actually wearing reins out in public.”

This was an empty threat as Sandra had no intention of doing such a thing but she needed to make sure Billy was acquiescent and know that things could and would get worse if he protested.

“Your attitude is going to change for the better so we are going to start from scratch.

“I will not put up with a single act of defiance… because if there is I will spank you… and if you think what you have just received was bad, I will not hesitate in making you wish that was so…”

Billy just shook where he stood. His mother had never been like this with him before and it scared him. He was even more upset by what she said next.

“If you think this is just a threat you are sadly mistaken. All you clothes have been given away and you only get to wear what I… or Lizzie decide.

“From this moment on this is what you will wear during the day.”

She produced the ‘present’ she’d been keeping since her promotion, which was a bundle of thick, soft terry nappies and several pairs of very robust, see-thru plastic pants.

“Your nappy will always be on view whilst you are at home so we can see if and when you need changing… and… while the weather is nice, that’s all you’ll wear. When we go out, depending on your behaviour, you’ll be allowed some shorts. However, that will be at my discretion and not an automatic right.”

She indicated he should lie down on the pile she’d just spread out on the ground.

The need to show some kind of rebellion was strong but his sore bottom, and the promise of worse, was a great incentive for him to comply. The wooden spoon that had done so much damage to his bare but now very red cheeks was still within his mother’s reach.

Arguing was no longer an option, he’d had that spanked out of him so was a very sorry and contrite boy, and if he didn’t want to get paddled every time he opened his mouth, obedience and total submission to the new rules seemed the only option.

Sandra slathered on the anti-rash cream and sprinkled the powder before emphasising once more that nappies were to be his main clothing from now on.

“You have proved to be irresponsible and completely untrustworthy so will have no say or input into what you wear or when or how you’ll be changed.”

The extra padding that she’d slipped into the new nappy squares felt soft and bulky as she pulled it all together and pinned him in.

Even though he’d been wearing something similar for the last week or so she knew he hoped that would all come to an end and be free of this babyish garb. She also knew that he wouldn’t like what was happening to him but reiterated that any kind of rebellion would be met with a severe spanking.

Strangely for Billy, the soft, thick embrace of his padding and the amount of cream and powder he’d been smothered in was actually bringing relief to his battered bottom. Despite this being a punishment Sandra was very careful that his new nappy fitted him well. They were top of the range (after all they were a present to commemorate her promotion), very thick and fluffy and would be a relief to the cheap stuff he’d been wearing.

As everything was scrupulously fitted Sandra continued with her rules that every action and reaction on his part would be subject to further punishment should it warrant it so therefore… it would be up to him just how much his bottom was smacked.

All the way through these ‘rules’ and ‘regulations’ she made sure that his nappy was pulled up tight and fastened correctly into place. His new see-thru plastic pants were firmer than the soft vinyl ones he’d been wearing; even the hated pink ones were more pliable than these, which held him and his padding firmly in place. They had popper studs down each side so could be released that way as well as simply be pulled down.

The entire thing felt like a piece of heavy plastic armour and his well-padded terry nappy and the two large pink holding pins were easily visible to anyone looking on.

“There,” Sandra said with some satisfaction, “everything all nicely enclosed and… safe.”

Billy was still shaking with grief, bewilderment and suffering. His legs shook as she helped him to his feet and the only positive thing that helped was the soft padding easing the pain from his well beaten bottom.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 5

Chapter 7

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Billy’s Fault Part 5

This story is written by Les Lea

Billy’s mind was overflowing with anger at the way he’d been conned into wearing a nappy. It was they who’d spiked his food to make him shit himself; it was they who’d somehow made him wet the bed. None of this was his fault. He would be wary of anything they said or did from now on but the first thing to do was get out of this stupid nappy.

He rushed upstairs to his room and, out of sight of Lizzie, yanked off his plastic pants, ripping the vinyl in the process, and dragged down the weighty nappy. The soaker pad was yellow and bloated with pee but he left it on the floor and headed to the bathroom to sponge down.

Even though his tummy cramped and his penis burned at times, he was just too angry to care.

A quick damp scrub and he headed back to his room, found a pair of briefs and slipped them on. He pulled off his t-shirt and put his favourite football shirt on, then grabbed a pair of jeans and quickly zipped himself in. He immediately felt better. Socks and trainers were next before he stood in front of his mirror and looked back at an eleven year-old boy and not some supersized toddler.

His throat was still parched and, as he made his way back to the bathroom, past the discarded ripped vinyl pants and urine soaked nappy to get a glass of water, his confidence grew now such clothing was no longer part of his life.

As he quenched his thirst he surveyed the scene and it was with a sense of achievement that this act of independence, which he knew was a long time in coming, had been needed to reaffirm his self-worth.

Billy was satisfied that the thick, restrictive padding was where it should be, in a messy pile on the floor and not gripping his groin. He’d let himself be coerced into believing they were necessary but all they did was make him into a big baby. No more would he allow his mum, sister or anyone to make him wear a nappy… they wouldn’t con him again, of that he was sure.

His stomach was rumbling in all the excitement but he was glad to be out of his stupid baby clothes.

He was a boy on a mission and that was to be as far away from his suffocating family as possible.

All he had to do to be free was to stride out the front door and go and see his friends. There was no intention of returning to play with his silly sister or being subjected to Lizzie’s authority.

The exhilaration he felt now he was wearing his own clothes, the stuff he liked, and not subject to Lizzie’s or his mother’s views, made him feel strangely elated. A shiver of freedom rippled through his body but, there was another pang in his stomach that he tried to avoid as a brief spurt of hot pee shot into his clean underpants.

It was typical of Billy to not yet to piece together what the doctor had said with his current situation… and that situation was his own fault. He had swum in the canal but still the connection of these strange and painful tremors evaded him. He was now full of blame, and that was squarely centred on his ‘scheming’ family.

Just as he made for the front door Lizzie caught him and demanded to know what he was doing.

“I’ve had enough of all this fucking baby stuff. I’m off out to be with my friends and…”

“Don’t you swear at me you little fucker…” Lizzie was in her no messing motherly attitude “Mum says you have to stay here, and the doctor says…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah… I don’t bloody care.”

Foul language poured from Billy’s lips as he continued to complain loudly about being treated as a baby, how it was all their fault and how he wasn’t going to put up with it anymore… he was off to meet up with his mates.

Although Lizzie was livid at this act of defiance she was also surprised at how he knew she had something to do with him wetting himself. However, she had other things to worry about at that moment so tried to reason with him saying it was the doctor’s instruction to…

Not believing a word of her explanation, Billy stormed out the door and made his way quickly down the path.

Now convinced she needed to act, Lizzie was about to give him a crack and drag him back indoors but he turned on her and yelled.

“Touch me again and when I’m bigger I’ll beat the fucking crap out of YOU.”

The malice in his voice as he delivered this line made Lizzie do a double-take. It was the first time he’d threatened her in such an aggressive way and it took her by surprise.

Noticing her hesitation he turned and speeded up his exit.

He was right in his opinion, girls ruined everything. They were controlling and had all ganged up on him… he needed to be with his mates.

Having had a quick think about his threat, Lizzie dismissed it and was about to haul him back in when he suddenly grabbed his stomach, doubled over and fell to the ground. Less than five seconds later he was violently filling the seat of his jeans with another messy purge.

The agony was brief but intense as Billy eliminated a disgusting, smelly concoction of waste from his body. Without the thick protection he’d been wearing the mess went everywhere. He rolled around in his own filth trying to make the pain go away, which it did in a matter of moments but by then the damage was done. Billy lay exhausted in a disgusting soggy mass unable to comprehend what had just happened.

His sisters looked on in surprise but didn’t rush to help. Lizzie had no idea why he was crapping his pants the way he was but thought her shitty little brother deserved all he got. Dee-Dee was just shocked. Shocked at the way her brother was oozing stuff through his clothes. Unconsciously, but gratefully, she hugged her own protection hoping the same thing wouldn’t happen to her.

However, their mother had told them all to stay at home because of what the doctor had ordered and to keep Billy in protection. He’d defied them, thinking he could do what he liked, so, as far as Lizzie was concerned, had received his comeuppance.

Lizzie looked down at the pained expression on Billy’s face.

“The doctor says you’re still infected and need to wear protection… what on earth got into you, you, you – STUPID FUCK HEAD?”

#

Billy was just a weeping messy heap hugging his stomach and not daring to budge. He was afraid that any further movement would cause him to explode in his pants as another searing pain shot along the length of his penis and cramp grabbed at his stinky bottom. Another stream of burning pee burst through his already sodden jeans, whilst a stabbing pain forced him to release yet move foul liquid into the steaming stinky seat of his pants.

For those brief spasms he could do nothing to contain anything that wanted out of his body although, once they passed, he wailed in mortified shame for help.

Lizzie had a good mind to leave him there but realised she’d been put in charge and this would reflect badly when her mother got home. Reluctantly, she helped her brother up and guided him to the back garden. Billy just wanted to get cleaned up and go to bed, the misery of his situation taking away all his strength and ability to offer resistance.

However, Lizzie didn’t want to trail the shitty boy through the house so took him into the back garden where she helped him strip out of his messy garments. His clothes were a foul-smelling disgrace; from underwear to jeans, to shirt, to socks, everything was just a filthy brown soaked mass.

Once naked, she hosed him down with freezing cold water, the shock of which sent him into hyperventilation as he struggled to catch his breath.

Billy put up a slight, though ignored, protest as Lizzie instructed him to turn around so she could flush all the crap from his body. She asked Dee-Dee who was standing looking stunned at her naked brother (who was shivering under the constant flow of cold water), to go and get a couple of old towels from the pile they kept in reserve for ‘accidents’.

“Not the good towels,” Lizzie emphasised. “The old ones we use to mop stuff up with.”

This was the same pile she’d fashioned his towel-cum-nappies from which he’d had to wear for his trip into town.

She could see her brother shivering but every crevice had to be sluiced out to make sure no crap remained. She decided to hose his clothes down later and leave them to soak overnight in a light bleach solution… but they were in quite an awful state and might not be redeemable.

Billy’s teeth were chattering and he was also shivering with trepidation. The fact that he’d removed his protection, shit so violently and messed his clothes was sure to bring down untold wrath from his mother.

Dee-Dee returned with a bundle of grainy old rags which Lizzie then used to dry off her still blubbering brother.

“Mum’s going to go ballistic.” She shared her thoughts with an already fearful Billy.

Billy knew this wasn’t an understatement. If indeed all this had been planned to keep him in a nappy he couldn’t see how it was going to go well when she got home. However, at that moment he was just trying to keep warm as his older sister frenziedly rubbed him dry.

Once satisfied he was clean she guided him back up to his room where she deliberately made sure he knew his place.

“I don’t want any argument or you’ll get a crack… understand?”

Billy was already panicked so didn’t need her to threaten violence, he nodded weakly.

She picked up the cast-off, well used nappy and ripped plastic pants and looked at Billy with contempt.

“You’re a bloody stupid arsehole,” she shook the rejected items under his nose.

“You’ve ruined a new pair of pants and look… look… LOOK,” she was angry, “your nappy’s soaked and you still thought you didn’t need one.”

There was more than anger in her voice as she berated him for being a selfish, self-centred big baby who shit and pissed himself and still thought he was a big boy. Her remarks were meant to hit home and hit home they certainly did. Her malicious words scored a bull’s eye… he was left feeling useless and inconsequential.

A few minutes earlier he thought he was in control. Now, as Lizzie cleaned him up, he realised that any power he had was expelled from his body along with the crap. He was a very contrite eleven year-old who was about to be returned, with some degree of force and resignation, to a nappy wearing eleven year-old toddler.

Lizzie was in a ‘no messing’ mode as she applied a very thick layer of anti-rash cream. She piled it around his genitals and over his bottom, resisting the temptation to give his hide the promised spanking. She knew her mother would probably want first go at that particular target once she knew what had happened.

Gathering a huge disposable, she added a couple of heavy soaker pads and fastened him in. Billy had remained passive all the way through the operation; he really was very scared of both his sister and the thought of what his mum would do when she got home.

He’d literally and figuratively made a mess of everything.

The resentment of being put back into a nappy was not augmented by his usual belligerence just the simple knowledge that there was no alternative and he’d played his hand very badly. He was so shattered and frightened his body shook as he unprotestingly let Lizzie pull the tapes tightly together, the thickness of the padding forcing his legs wide apart.

He wanted to accuse her. Blame her and mum for all that was happening to him but, now in the state he was in, it seemed such a stupid allegation.

Worried that he may well shit himself again Lizzie pulled up a pair of clear vinyl pants, but not content with only that thin layer of water-proofing, she then covered them with a pair of much thicker rubber ones she’d shop-lifted. These were roomier but gripped much tighter, their dull creamy colour offering no access, or exit, at all.

“There… just to be on the safe side… an extra level of protection.”

The new, firmer fortification clutched his waist and legs in a vice-like grip. Any thought of protest died on his lips as he was ordered to stay in bed, she didn’t want to bother about him whilst she had to attend to his filthy clothes and keep an eye on Dee-Dee.

Thoroughly rebuked, a weak and forlorn looking Billy settled under a thin sheet, the room was warm from the day’s heat and sun was still coming in through the window. Wearing only this ‘extra level of protection’, his clean, thick, secure padding offered some comfort from his recent experience.

Although his teeth were still chattering he wasn’t sure if this was from the cold water or his fever had gotten worse. He was just too weak to think properly. Eventually, totally exhausted, he slipped into a deep but troubled sleep.

#

Sandra Southall had a terrific morning. The negotiations at work had gone very well and resulted in the customer signing a rather lucrative contract for the firm. Not only had she brought in this particular client but by getting him to invest in the future of the company, it guaranteed the workforce’s livelihood for several years to come. Sandra received a huge cash bonus and promotion, all of which meant that the Southall family would no longer be worrying about their finances.

That was the good news.

Unfortunately, this also meant the workload increased, although now Sandra would at least be getting a reasonable salary for her efforts, it still meant she wasn’t able to give her kids the time and effort needed.

However, once those negotiations were complete and everything was signed off, yet before she launched herself with gusto into her new position, she decided it was time to give her attention over to her son – her lying, rule-breaking little boy.

For quite a while now Billy had been disruptive. Even before his father had been sent to prison he’d been a little sod to everyone. Sandra was exasperated by his lack of respect to her and his often nasty asides to his younger sister. Although he seemed scared of Elizabeth, he still tried to undermine her at every opportunity and be difficult over every request.
It was time to fix that attitude… permanently.

She didn’t want to appear vindictive but also didn’t want her son thinking he could do what he liked. As she was more and more convinced Billy was on the wrong trajectory she was determined he was not going to turn out like his father – he had to know there would be consequences for every decision made or action taken. It may be a terrible load to put on an eleven year-old but she’d been letting things slide for ages, now she had to do something.

After what the doctor had said about food poisoning not being the cause of his problem she realised that he’d been lying to her. This was nothing new but for some reason it incensed her more on this occasion. She’d hoped that with her being busy and their father in prison her children would somehow have pulled together and helped one and other, in fact the opposite happened.

She resented the fact her son showed little or no respect and seemed to delight in making difficulties. He’d never quite grasped that they were in dire straits, or that life would be nicer if they all got along. No, he was a belligerent, narcissistic young man who needed firm discipline before things got totally unmanageable.

It seemed that the occasional spanking had made little difference to his attitude. Often, after such an event, he’d be on his best behaviour but all too soon he reverted to form. It had been a short-term solution, and not a very good one, but now her work life had changed for the better, it was time to do the same for her wayward son. She worried she may have left this action too late.

However, his illness had made a change. Lizzie said that once he’d been put in nappies there was a remarkable lack of his usual insolence. She’d noticed herself that the usual defiance had subsided and the only thing that had changed was the fact he was now wearing a nappy. Sandra wondered if through those babying items his rehabilitation could start.

#

A few calls to the parents of his friends and the full picture quickly emerged. Only three boys were suffering from a similar ‘tummy bug’ as Billy and she knew these three to be his closest schoolmates. Having said that, under cross-examination his fellow pupils were content to let it be known it was all Billy’s fault because he was the one whose idea it was to go swimming.

She was a bit peeved (although maintained her politeness) that none of the other parents had thought to contact her but, since her husband had been incarcerated, Sandra had been kept at arms-length by almost everyone – sympathy or understanding not being part of this town’s motto.

However, she was thankful they were grudgingly able to fill her in but got the sense that because it was ‘Billy’s fault’ their kid was ill; by extension they blamed her as well.
Somehow she needed to change this opinion.

The bug that the boys caught had made them all very sick and as a result were all laid up in bed at home. The spontaneous ‘accidents’ had been so messy and spectacular that similar precautions were taken, namely, the wearing of thick absorbent protection. So, like Billy, the three boys were wrapped in thick nappies which their parents hoped would at least contain the messy impact of their bacterial infestation.

As it turned out, like Sandra, each parent had been fully sympathetic until the truth became known and it seemed that they were all in agreement, now their boy had to wear a nappy for ‘safety’ reasons… that was how they’d stay for a while at least.

Although the antibiotics the doctor prescribed would clear up their problem, constant full protection was deemed a suitable chastisement for their reckless disregard of the rules for visiting the canal.

It was unexpected that all the parents were of the same mind for punishing their errant child.

Now she knew the full account of why Billy was shitting himself, to say Sandra was irritated with him was an understatement. Although it was sad that the poor boy was going through such a messy and distressing business, it was self-inflicted.

The fact that he hadn’t admitted his involvement when he had the opportunity rankled more and more and it was in this frame of mind she set about coming up with a plan to teach him a lesson. A lesson he wouldn’t forget and know that any future disobedience would have serious penalties.

Before she went home from work that afternoon Sandra picked up the doctor’s prescription and did a little more, specialist shopping. Now, with the knowledge of cash in her bank account, she didn’t have to worry too much about money anymore, she was able to indulge her plan and Billy would be the main beneficiary from her retail excursion.

#

In just the few hours since his anal disaster and being put to bed, a fever had taken hold of Billy as he writhed in semiconscious pain. Had anyone been in his bedroom as he tossed and turned they would have heard the crinkle and rustling of his protection squeaking in protest as he thrashed around. His bladder shooting agonising pain along his throbbing cock as spurt after spurt of burning pee filled the thick padding.

He may have been asleep but his body and brain were actively making sure they left him broken and irrational. Strange dreams grabbed hold and sent him twisting in fear, pain and suffering. His teeth chattered together yet his temperature soared. Sweat poured from him and soaked his bed as much as if he’d pissed himself, which he continued to do.

Had anyone been watching they would have seen a boy possessed, whilst his slinky cushioned protection inflated and stretched under a seemingly never ending stream of piss. Billy was no longer in the real world as those nasty little microbes invaded and occupied every aspect of his body and he passed into a state of near delirium.

#

Sandra arrived home full of intent on teaching her son a lesson he wouldn’t forget. In her head she had planned that once his illness was under control and he was getting back to his confident self she would hit him with his punishment. However, that wasn’t to be because she was met at the door by a very anxious Lizzie who said she’d phoned for the doctor.

Whilst waiting for Dr Harper Lizzie brought her mother up to speed on the events of the day. She told her about the swearing, the disregard of her instructions, the bolshie attitude and the final disastrous outcome in Billy’s pants and how she’d checked in on him and his temperature was soaring.

Sandra took all this in as she tried to comfort her incapacitated son. He did look in a bad way but oddly enough, the protection that Lizzie had wrapped him in was working fine and made Billy appear more like a wriggling toddler than a possessed sixth grader.

The doctor arrived and after administering a powerful antibiotic gave the family instructions on how best to treat Billy. She was convinced that the virus would be kept under control with regular doses and that he’d soon be back to his usual self. She smiled as if offering a happy solution to his recovery but both Sandra and Lizzie felt a shiver run down their spines at the suggestion of his ‘normality’.

Meanwhile, the doctor suggested that hygiene was paramount and that if possible he should be kept in disposables and, when they were full… she didn’t need to finish off the sentence they were aware of what needed to be done and nodded their agreement. They needed to keep themselves clean to prevent the spread. She gave them a list of things to do and a further list of how the treatment should continue from there on.

Not too much food in one go, a little and often rather than all at once.

Keep him hydrated but avoid dairy products like milk.

After the diarrhoea he would need to rebalance his electrolyte intake, so further instruction was given there.

Sandra confirmed that, after she’d checked with other parents, Billy had been swimming in the canal so the doctor had been correct in her diagnosis.

She explained that for the next few days the family were going to be busy looking after Billy as he would be very weak and vulnerable to other infections. She emphasised again how important hygiene was until he was back to his robust self.

The doctor left to a calm and sleeping Billy. Meanwhile, the family had a little talk about what to do next.

Dee-Dee insisted that she should keep wearing her nappy as the incidents of the day had scared her into thinking that the same thing could happen to her and she’d mess her pants. Lizzie and her mother agreed that it seemed, for the time being at least, a reasonable precaution, which was a relief to the youngest.

Once plans had been made on how to look after Billy Sandra was able to share her good news about the promotion. She also had gifts for them; Dee-Dee got a doll she’d been hoping for whilst Lizzie got her own mobile phone – Billy would have to wait for his.

As the antibiotics began to fight those invading microbes, an unconscious Billy peed out more fluid filling his already saturated nappy. It was Lizzie who suggested that the best way to feed him whilst in that state was to use a baby’s bottle full of the electrolyte and let him suckle on it. Sandra wasn’t convinced but when Lizzie went ahead and tried it anyway, she had to admit to its success, Billy was automatically feeding so this became the way to get fluids into him.

#

Once the initial fuss had calmed down Elizabeth shook her head. “So all this is self-inflicted?”

A murmur of repressed anger escaped her lips, which was echoed by Sandra.

“Yes, the bloody fool brought this entire thing on himself and the fact that he didn’t admit to it… well…”

She was a little lost for words.

For Lizzie it was a strange feeling. She’d wanted her annoying brother in nappies but wanted to be the cause of his embarrassment and not because he was just too stupid and had caused it himself. She felt cheated.

A hundred things were going through her mind at that moment but what she didn’t know was that similar thoughts were passing through her mother’s.

Later that night, as she was getting ready for bed, Dee-Dee was really insistent she should have similar thick protection like Billy. Although her mother said it wasn’t necessary the fear of something happening to her, and the sobbing that occurred until she was suitably encased, made for a strange new ritual. After witnessing the disaster in Billy’s pants she was simply terrified of messing her bed. Quite simply the baby of the family was terrified of having any more accidents.

Meanwhile, Billy had been changed into a thicker night time disposable and given a bottle containing the elements the doctor had advised for a full recovery, which he drowsily suckled on. Sandra was surprised to see how easily he took to it but his thirst needed quenching and as this was what was on offer, his automatic responses took over.

Once he’d emptied the bottle Lizzie took it away but replaced it with a dummy, which again she was pleased to see he sucked on with the ease he had the baby’s bottle.

Sandra came and stood next to her daughter looking down on the patient. Now he was resting she saw just how grown up her daughter was in making sure his bedding was straightened, he was tidy and how she checked to make sure he was still dry. The dummy seemed to settle him after the bottle so thought it must have been one of the many good ideas her eldest had.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Once more, when like this, a little angel emerged to take the place of Billy, it was only when he was awake and being a boy that he became such a pain.

His temperature was falling even if he was still more than a little out of it but there was obvious improvement. So, once these two operations were complete, getting the two youngest to bed, the two ‘women’ chatted about the last few days.

Sandra was still buzzing about the way her day at work had gone and now she had been promoted, hopefully things would get better… financially at least. Elizabeth was full of praise for her clever and hardworking mother and the mutual support was enmeshed with each appreciating the work of the other. Sandra didn’t like having to rely on Lizzie to the extent she did but her daughter never once complained, and for that, Sandra was eternally thankful.

Billy’s act of stupidity became the focus of their discussion and when Sandra explained that he wasn’t alone, his three best friends were also in the same position, they cheerily deliberated over what punishment would be suitable for the lot of them.

In amongst the easy banter a few ideas were voiced that Sandra had actually already considered, and when she found Lizzie in agreement smiled a knowing smile, whilst letting them develop in their own right.

In this cheerful, gossipy, confidential atmosphere it was agreed that there was something about Billy wearing a nappy that made him seem less troublesome, arrogant and more… normal. His bluster disappeared and that vulnerability his thick protection projected made his seem more a ‘loving’ little brother/son than the irritating brat he’d turned in to.

Enjoying this ‘girls only’ situation, and giggling like teenagers (even though only one of them was) they tried to outdo each other in one outrageous suggestion after another.

“No, no, no…” Lizzie laughingly interrupted one of her mother’s proposals, “he should be made to wear the nappy permanently. After all, he got himself into it… snicker … so… chuckle … it should be his reward until next school term.”

Of course this had been her plan since Billy’s first bedwetting incident and it had been going well so far, she really didn’t want it to stop. What was even better now Dee-Dee was a little paranoid about having a messy accident, it would be easier to keep them both under wraps, so to speak.

“We should take away all his clothes,” Lizzie continued jauntily as she made her proposal, “that way he couldn’t wear what he wanted… only… giggle… what he was given.”
Sandra confided that one of the things she’d given serious thought to was that her darling son would indeed be confined to nappies for some time, even to the extent she’d already bought further nappies and a set of thick plastic pants, which she intended would be his daywear. This was to be the present he received to mark his mother’s promotion… and an indication of how annoyed she was with him and this entire fiasco.

Now both were of a similar mind Lizzie was happy to go along and encourage her mother in her plan, even insisting that not only did he deserve it but as a punishment for the fear he’d induced in Dee-Dee. Lizzie was adamant that he had to pay for his reckless behaviour and all the trouble and upset he’d caused so added, as if to emphasise the point, she would include his mates in the punishment as well.

Sandra didn’t realise that Lizzie’s enthusiasm for such a punishment for Billy was already something she had envisioned on her own. However, the thought of his mates joining him in such a punishment got her mind thinking in a slightly different way and wondered if the other parents might share her ‘initiatives’.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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Billy’s Fault Part 4

This story is written by Les Lea

“Mummy… Billy’s done a poo.”

Dee-Dee’s observations weren’t necessary as no one could be in any doubt as to what had just taken place.

“Mummy, my tummy hurts.”

Sandra couldn’t believe Billy was actually using those words. He hadn’t called her ‘mummy’ in years but at that moment her scared and messy little boy needed her to make things better. The brat had turned into a forlorn little cherub.

For more time than she cared to remember Billy had been an annoying little horror; always arguing, always causing trouble, always being at the centre if anything went wrong – it was always Billy’s fault. But now, with a full nappy and when he looked so childish and fragile, so needy and so pathetic her ‘mummy instincts’ kicked in and all she wanted to do was make him feel safe.

Lizzie watched for a brief second before volunteering to sort him out but it was mother who Billy sought to comfort him. He clung to her apologising and crying but not daring to move in case he made things worse. He could feel the mush spreading around his butt cheeks and now his bladder was also empty, the prickly sensation in his willy had stopped to be replaced by a warm soggy glow around his genitals.

Thankfully, the plastic pants had done their job in preventing any leaks and containing the stinking mess lodged in the thick damp lagging. It was a good job that Liz had once again been ahead of the game and used stuffers to help absorb the load. Likewise, they were doing what they were designed to do as they swelled under the mass of liquid poor Billy expelled.

Sandra saw the absolute dejection on her son’s miserable face and her heart went out to him. She may be inundated with work but at that moment her little boy needed her and she was there to help.

It had been a very long time since he’d sought any kind of comfort from her. In fact, he had gone out of his way since being very young to prove he didn’t need a mother’s touch. He kept any sensitive stuff well away from everybody and Sandra believed he was totally incapable of showing any emotion, certainly towards the family.

This was quite a turn up for the book, had wearing a nappy made him more affectionate?

She slowly guided him tearfully up the stairs to the bathroom where she set about cleaning him up and making sure he was well looked after. Lizzie went into Billy’s room and got a few stuffers and a large disposable ready, as well as arranging the various creams and powders she thought were needed. She also left the packet of new plastic pants out for Sandra to use as the other pairs were now in desperate need of a good soak.

Lizzie was very attentive and asked her mother if she needed anything else.

“See if you can find him one of your old large t-shirts to wear…”

“No probs.”

#

Lizzie was suddenly struck by an idea about one of the things she wore when a little younger and went to dance class, it was a sort of leotard that fastened with press studs under the crotch. She thought this would be ideal for Billy to wear as it would keep his thick protection in place so wouldn’t slip down if he had a fretful night. The fact that it was a very pale pink with the outline in darker pink of a cat licking its paws was, as far as Lizzie was concerned, just a bonus.

Lizzie listened as her mother sympathised with Billy’s condition, he was still sobbing and between gulps of air childishly apologising for making a mess. Sandra settled into her motherly role as she cleaned him up and asked him if he thought he needed the toilet any more. He shook his head.

Her little boy had never looked so pathetic and didn’t even try to object as she wiped him with a warm wash cloth, rubbed in the rash prevention cream and liberally doused him in powder.

Lizzie had set out the soaker pads and disposable ready for use so Sandra slipped the bulk under her distressed son and securely taped him in.

“Just to be on the safe side.” She whispered as her son wriggled uncomfortably.

Whether he liked it or not Billy didn’t say because he was so worn out and ashamed there was nothing he could have done to prevent what was happening. She pulled open the pack of plastic pants being handed to her by Lizzie and was surprised they were pink. However, without missing a beat, and acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, she shuffled them up his hairless legs and over the huge cushion he would be wearing to bed.

The grimace as the large crinkly pink plastic pants were tucked into place didn’t materialise into anything further, nor did it when Lizzie arrived with the t-shirt for him. His mother simply slipped it over his head, fed his arms through and pulled it down over the bulky protection. She noticed the press studs and, thinking they were a very good idea, immediately fastened them up.

Billy hadn’t noticed the cat on the front but even so wasn’t overly happy about what was happening to him and, with the press-studs snapped together, the onesie held everything tightly in place. However, as his mother had taken charge, he hadn’t been spanked and she was being very compassionate, he didn’t want to cause a change in her temperament by complaining.

Pretty soon he was ready so his caring mother led him by the hand to bed and, with the serenade of the rustling plastic sheet and the soft swish of his plastic pants, told him he needed to get some sleep then, hopefully, by the morning, he’d feel a lot better and all this would be behind him.

There was no doubt about it he looked like a well-bundled-up big baby. The press studs on Lizzie’s old leotard were stretched by the bulk underneath; whilst the new pink plastic pants could clearly be seen straining over his bulging disposable.

After the last few years of almost constant arguing and disobedience from her son, he now looked as she remembered him with huge tearful and soulful eyes – a toddler; safe, secure and compliant. On top of that Sandra thought he looked so damned cute.

Recent events had taken their toll on Billy and, although it was relatively early he was exhausted so, as soon as mother kissed him goodnight, he was already nodding. Lizzie’s leotard inexplicably holding everything in and making the entire outfit feel snug and welcoming.

Lizzie looked on and couldn’t help thinking that Billy made a sweet baby. Everything about the way he appeared now was just as she’d envisioned except she wanted to make sure he was always wearing a nappy. However, now he was so well protected she doubted her squeezy bottle would be able to do much damage.

She didn’t know what was actually going on inside Billy’s body and that really she had no reason to worry. With his temperature rising her brother would be getting even more attention from those aggressive little microbes who’d be doing the work for her.

#

As mum left his room, his ever loving sister pushed a teddy bear into his arms and, always ready for such an occasion, produced an old dummy for him to suck on. She pushed the rubber teat gently against his lips but even dozing Billy turned his head away. She kept it hovering for a moment and pushed again. Again he turned away as if refusing to take part in Lizzie’s plan.

However, on the third attempt his lips parted and she was able to push with slightly more force. It slipped all the way in and she was surprised to see him suckle on it straight away.
Billy was not a part of this piece of theatre. His body was so fatigued he had no idea what was going on and though he sucked intently on the dummy, it was without any conscious effort on his part.

The transformation from noisy brother to little baby was complete, and in such a short time. Lizzie wasn’t aware of the help his swim in the canal had benefited her plan. All she knew was that, with all this pissing and shitting, this was a fantastic opportunity to keep him in nappies for as long as possible over the holidays.

Lizzie smiled at her brother and left the room, returning moments later with the little camera her father had bought her before he was sent to jail; she was sure all Billy’s friends would love to see how he looked now.

As Billy slept she took a comprehensive series of images for future use, whilst planning a few other surprises. She liked the idea of having a record of her brother’s demise into babyhood and also, if needed, something she could blackmail him with later. The images of him sucking on his dummy and cuddling the teddy really brought out his complete regression into babyhood and would be a constant reminder of when he was eleven and still shit and pissed in a nappy.

Once the final close up shot of his shiny, expanded plastic pants was taken she went to the storage cupboard that housed her old clothes. Sandra rarely threw anything out knowing that old clothes could be re-circulated to her other children. However, though eventually Dee-Dee would benefit from some of Lizzie’s things (even more so now money was in short supply), they weren’t something Billy could make use of, well, not until now.

Lizzie had already pressed into service her dance leotard (although she was sure her matching tutu wouldn’t be allowed), there were plenty of other items she thought might just serve a purpose and, if handled correctly, would get the support of her mother. She dug out a few pieces that would have been tight on her but would swamp Billy. Well, not exactly swamp him because, once in his nappy, they would just about fit… in a revealing way.

After just a few minutes search she had several items that might fit the bill and then went to speak to her mother about ‘…what to do about Billy’.

#

He was back at the canal in the exact same place they’d swum earlier. He was standing near the run off from the fields, where the cows and sheep lazily grazed and, despite there being no rain for several weeks, a steady, murky stream bubbled down and into the canal. In the sun it was a wonderful part of the landscape and, unusually, it was very quiet, the occasional ‘moo’ or ‘baa’ breaking the peace.

The hordes that normally use the towpath for a bit of leisurely exercise weren’t around. Feeling the need to pee he released his dick from the confines of his underpants. The arc of piss glittered in the sun as it splashed into the water causing little disturbing ripples on the otherwise placid surface. His bladder was full, and the fountain looked so picturesque sparkling both silver and gold he didn’t want to stop. The warmth of the sun was…

Billy woke up from his very pleasurable dream suddenly aware he was peeing once again. His hands instinctively dove under the bedclothes to be greeted by the soft silky sensation of his fingers sliding over the slippery vinyl material. Underneath he could feel the bulk of his nappy and the growing glow as his pee spread around inside the confines of his protection. His willy was giving him another, not very pleasant, sensation. There was an ache, a most uncomfortable, unfathomable pain as his bladder emptied.

However, once complete, a feeling of relief, both physical and mental, ran through his body, glad he hadn’t soaked the bed. Despite his resentment of the huge padding it had saved him again and he couldn’t help but think that was down to Lizzie and his mum being so considerate for a change. For the first time in as long as he could remember, they were being nice to him and confusingly, he was both indignant and grateful.

It was difficult taking the high ground when you’d just wet the bed. It was even harder to do so when you’d just crapped in your nappy. Notwithstanding that slight predicament, it had been better to fill a nappy than crap his pants in public… so on the whole, he was more grateful than angry.

He noticed the teddy bear slightly hidden under the covers and wondered how that had gotten there and then another flash of guilt passed through him as he realised he might have been cuddling it all night. However, he put it down to his mum no doubt thinking he needed something to snuggle against in the night. What he didn’t see was the dummy he’d been nursing on for some of the time because that had fallen out and was obscured by a pillow.

All this went through his head in seconds as his mother came in to check if he was well, the full nappy told her it was anything but so set about releasing him from the mess and start the morning clean-up campaign.

#

With another soaked morning nappy Sandra realised there might be something else other than food poisoning going on to cause Billy such symptoms and decided a visit to the doctor was in order. Before she saw to her sad and soaked son she put in a call and was granted an early consultation at the surgery.

“Okay Billy, we’re going to get the doctor to check you out… let’s hope it’s nothing more than a bit of food poisoning eh?”

She pulled off the damp protection and cleaned him up before reaching for another nappy.

“But mum, can’t I wear my normal…”

She looked at him as if making a decision.

“I don’t want the doctor to see me in a nappy. Please mum can’t I…” He pleaded.

“Look Billy, yesterday you were a clever boy thinking you might have an accident and taking the right precautions, which ended up being needed.”

She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

“We don’t want another disaster, especially in the car… or in the doctor’s office now do we?”

Billy frowned.

“You’ve come up with a system that keeps you secure so… it seems silly changing something that works so well.”

She showered him in baby powder.

“After all, it was your idea wasn’t it?”

She didn’t doubt him, merely acknowledged his involvement in the nappy regime.

Billy was put on the spot. If he said it was all Lizzie’s idea that he should take credit for it then they’d both be in trouble for lying and perhaps worse, it might lead to him being punished severely for the lie and for crapping his pants. He meekly let his mother get on with changing him and for her to continue to think he was ‘a clever boy’.

With her son wrapped safely in his thick protection and being able to arrange an early visit she was at a loss as to what else to cover him with for the journey. As Lizzie had explained, most of his shorts and jeans no longer fit over the huge nappy needed to keep him leak-proof so they would have to improvise.

At first, looking concerned but helpful, Lizzie suggested the leotard he’d worn for bed but Sandra didn’t like that idea much. She saw her fed-up son looking gloomy and downcast wearing only a t-shirt and thick shiny pink protection and thought, for his own self-esteem, he needed something to disguise it.

Lizzie was way ahead of her mother on this and produced some of her own shorts she’d worn as a kid. They were quite girly, being pinks and other pastel shades and quite loose, though short.

“These are loose mum; they should hide the main bulk.”

She offered them to her mother as a possible solution who, seeing no alternative slipped the pair of soft pink cotton training shorts up and over the excessive padding.

Sandra wondered if Billy would rebel but kept up a sympathetic and encouraging commentary as she did so, telling him that it was either these or he’d have to see the doctor wearing only the nappy… and she knew he wouldn’t want that.

The soft cotton of the shorts hardly hid the huge bulge out front. In fact, the waistband scooped down low over his crotch revealing the top of his heavy nappy and plastic pants. Even pulling them up didn’t help because they still couldn’t be hidden and in doing so revealed the elastic of the plastic pants gripping tightly around his thighs.

Sandra could sense a possible outburst growing as this went on but, as none of his clothes fit, and with a look that said “Sorry we have no option” she had him reluctantly in them reasonably quickly.

He looked most displeased but Lizzie, knowing her mother was in a hurry to get to the doctor’s office, quickly pulled a matching sweatshirt over Billy’s head before he had chance to say anything else.

“Don’t worry Billy; this will hide the top of your nappy.”

He missed the way she emphasised the word your but now, dressed in little pink shorts and top, he looked like a miserable little pre-schooler.

The sweatshirt had a few sequins that glittered in the sun but as Sandra had to get off to work later, she had no time for quarrels or arguments, she’d been lucky to get an early appointment.

The look of absolute dejection as she led him grudgingly by the hand to the car had Lizzie watching and giggling silently. His waddle was quite unmistakeable as was the flash of silky pink plastic pant that glistened just below the shorts leg with each step.

“Don’t worry Billy, no one will notice,” she lied. “You look fine.”

As the car drove off Dee-Dee whispered to her sister that she was glad she’d decided not to wear her sparkly top that morning, she would have hated to clash with her brother. They both roared with laughter.

#

In fact, Dee-Dee had woken up wet. Lizzie didn’t want her to feel independent too soon so had gently eased the squeezy bottle under sister’s nightie just before retiring for the night herself and doused her night time nappy. She wanted her little sister onside but only under her terms. So, when she woke up soggy, Lizzie had been in to change her and put her in a fresh nappy and a pair of cute ruffled blue plastic pants that still fit her from when she was a toddler. She had found a little blue cotton skirt that just about fitted over the bulge, though still fairly revealing, and then settled on a blue and white Princess Elsa top.

To Lizzie she was looking the very image of a toddler. Dee-Dee may have been six but with the fat protection under her skimpy skirt, she looked more like an incontinent two year-old… all of which the youngster was completely unaware having been so easily distracted by what her brother was wearing.

Somehow, and so quickly, Lizzie had them both wearing babyish clothing and each had that lovely waddle that identifies them as a nappy wearer. She had looked on as her two siblings started their day dressed so similarly and was pleased with herself. They did look just like a couple of infants ready for a day at kindergarten.

#

Doctor Marion Harper, surprised to see Billy wearing such a huge nappy under girly clothes, examined him before sending him off with the nurse to take some blood, urine and check various statistics. Whilst he was in another room she talked over his symptoms with Sandra and mentioned that she’d seen a couple of other boys around Billy’s age suffering in a similar fashion and it turned out that they’d been swimming in the canal.

Sandra was sure that this was not the case with Billy. She had stressed, over many years, the dangers that lurk in still water. However, the doctor said that the symptoms were identical, and the horrendous diarrhoea and developing fever were caused by a rather nasty bug often found in animal faeces. Nonetheless, Dr Harper was sure that an aggressive course of antibiotics would have it cleared in a few days, although, for the time being at least, a nappy was a very good precaution.

“He has to wear some of his sister’s old clothes because he doesn’t fit into any of his own with that nappy in the way.” Sandra said by way of explanation as to why her son was dressed how he was.

Dr Harper nodded and filled out a prescription. She’d noticed that the other patients who’d been to see her were also wearing thick protection. Apparently, the bouts of diarrhoea had been extensive and each boy had, like Billy, looked embarrassed to have to wear such obvious thick protection even if it was necessary.

Eleven year-old boys may think they know everything and are too grown up to be told what to wear but, when mum or dad lay down the law, they quickly realise, if unenthusiastically, it’s better to do as they are told.

The doctor didn’t mention any names so Sandra decided to call some of Billy’s friend’s parents later to see if their boys were in similar messy circumstances.

As he returned from the nurse Sandra looked at her son but the sympathy disappeared now she thought he’d disobeyed her. If it turned out to be true, that he had been in the canal, his little bottom would be smarting for a week. However, for the moment at least she wasn’t letting on she knew anything and, once heading back home, told him of the doctor’s opinion.

“The doctor thinks you must have drunk something or been somewhere contaminated.”

She was offering him a chance to confess, which, although wouldn’t help him would at least show he was contrite about what had happened.

“Do you remember going anywhere… where that might have been the case?” She queried.

A nervous shiver ran down his spine and a painful spurt of pee was eagerly mopped up by his thirsty protection. However, Billy wasn’t clever enough to know when the game was up so simply said he had no idea.

“You’ve not been offered a bottle by anyone, or been swimming… or… anything have you?” She gently enquired.

“No mum, erm, um, did the doctor say it can be cured?” He rubbed his aching tummy.

“Yes, of course darling,” she smiled sweetly hiding her real intent, “It’s an infection that’s all… I’ll get what’s needed on my way home from work tonight and hopefully… my little sweetheart will be right as rain in a few days and ready to enjoy the holidays… like he should be doing.”

Billy smiled back; he hadn’t detected the tone of scepticism in her voice, happy to think that soon he’d be out of nappies and out playing with his mates, in his own clothes, and away from all the girly stuff. He hadn’t enjoyed the nurse drawing blood and taking measurements, or the patronising way she spoke to him, as if he was a two year-old. Nor did he like Dr Harper poking and prodding him down below. In his opinion she wasn’t very gentle and was trying to embarrass him because he wore a nappy.

None of which was the case but Billy, being paranoid about most things, was on his guard against any female involvement in his life. However, his body produced a tremor and a painful splash of pee joined the thick folds of the soaker pads in his nappy.

#

Sandra looked down at the bulging protection hardly hidden by the pink shorts and glittery top and decided that it was a look that she thought suited a little liar… and one Billy might have to get used to. Wearing his sister’s clothes and a nappy certainly made him fit in better around the house and had stopped quite a bit of his natural aggression, though how much this was down to his clothing or illness she wasn’t sure.

Thoughts were running around in both their minds, though Billy’s was on the freedom he hoped would soon be his.

“Some mates from school want to go exploring and camping and…”

“Let’s wait and see,” Sandra interrupted. “We can talk about what’s going to happen during the holiday once we have you…”

“Okay,” it was Billy’s turn to interrupt.

He didn’t want any of his plans squashed before he’d had chance to discuss them properly. He felt that his mum was a load more sympathetic towards him since these nasty accidents, so maybe, just maybe, she’ll let him do more stuff to compensate?

Sandra was keeping her thoughts to herself but, if it turned out he had been swimming in the canal, the boy was going to be spanked and then grounded for the entire length of the summer break.

She hated being lied to. She’d put up with it from her husband and look where that had got them?

No, no, NO!

Action now might just stop him from ending up in jail like his father. She definitely wasn’t going to put up with her son thinking he could lie with impunity and there’d be no repercussions.

However, she needed to check first so kept her counsel.

“Well love, once I get your prescription hopefully you should soon be on the road to recovery but the doctor said it might take a little while so,” she said gently prodding his bulge of his shorts in a friendly manner. “I’m afraid the nappies stay for the time being. I hope you don’t mind… it’s just to be safe.”

His mother seemed very positive and even a bit good-humoured so he saw no reason to make waves and besides, they had come in pretty useful so far.

He remembered the pain he felt just seconds before his bottom exploded and realised that without his protection things would have been terrible, again.

“No mum…. I want to be safe.”

“Good boy. We’ll get you something more… erm… appropriate when this is all over.”

“Great.”

“How’s your tummy now…”

Billy was feeling parched and a bit listless but tried to put on a brave face.

“Okay I s’pose, just a little thirsty.”

“Oh yes, the doctor said you might be dehydrated and to give you plenty of liquid. I think there’s a bottle of water in my bag if you can reach it.”

Billy stretched over into the back seat of the car and saw the bottle on top of her shopping.

“It won’t be very cold I’m afraid but should do. In fact, as the doctor said to rehydrate as quickly as possible, can you finish it all?”

She smiled at her son as he twisted off the cap and began to down it. Even when he stopped to take a breath Sandra encouraged him to drink it all as quickly as he could. Billy didn’t know why she was rushing him but, as she was in such a good mood, did as instructed.

#

Sandra dropped her son back at home because she’d to get off to work but had a quick word with Elizabeth before departing.

“Keep giving him fluids, soup and water should be fine. Oh, it’s such a nice day for them both to be out in the garden but no visitors, those naughty tummy bugs might be catching and we don’t want that to happen to others?”

“Is he contagious then?” Lizzie asked a little concerned.

“Oh you’ll be alright, and so will Dee-Dee, you’ve been around him long enough,” she lied. “So no problem for you two just, you know, anyone new. Oh, and keep him well-padded as a precaution… we don’t want any further ‘stinky’ accidents in the house.”

Sandra was determined that until she got to the bottom of all this, his bottom would be shrouded in thick absorbent protection.

With that she waved her goodbyes and went to work. It had already been quite an interesting day and she planned to finish the deal she was working on at the company and then deal with her deceitful son.

Out in the back garden Lizzie had pegged out all the washing as a further reminder to both her siblings of the amount of work they created. She loved the fact that Dee-Dee’s little plastic pants hung next to Billy’s much larger ones. In fact, the two, thick, towel-cum-nappies were also hanging out on the line, which she hoped the neighbours would see fluttering together with the different sized fabric squares and rightly conclude that some of Sandra’s kids were wetting the bed.

To make the point she insisted that both of them played outside in the open air. Any neighbour interested would be able to see them both running about in their glossy protection. Billy had been keen to take off his sparkly top and pink shorts but, because of mum’s instructions, Lizzie wouldn’t let him out of his bulging nappy.

She had Billy the boy in glossy pink plastic pants, whilst little Dee-Dee was happily playing and showing off her slick blue frilly pair. She loved the sight and wished she could do more. However, she was happy to bide her time and now she knew that Billy’s infection was causing him to pee and shit himself, she was happy to retire her squeezy bottle… for the time being at least.

Billy didn’t like to have to wear shiny pink pants but Lizzie was adamant that he needed to keep them on.

“But I need to go to the toilet… I… erm… um… need a pee.”

“Well I’m not fastening and unfastening the damn thing every time you need to pee or poop so, use it, that’s what it’s there for… and I’ll change you when it’s full.”
“But I don’t want to walk around in a wet nappy.” Billy was whining.

“Look,” Lizzie confronted him.

“You may look like a big baby but you don’t have to sound like one. Mum and the doctor say it’s for your own good to keep you in a protection so… if you need to go… GO IN THAT.”
She pointed to his huge silky bulge.

He’d dispensed with the pink shorts as soon as he was able, and the other styles that Lizzie had left out weren’t much better, they were all a bit girly. He’d tried to squeeze into some his own jeans and shorts but to no avail, he had to own up that nothing other than his t-shirts fit. He wasn’t too worried, in his current condition he couldn’t go anywhere with any sense of enthusiasm but his mother had promised something better for when he was well, so decided he’d just have to make do.

As he stood there wearing only a t-shirt and his cushioned protection he wavered, wanting desperately to argue but thought better of it.

“Argue anymore and I will remove it, give you a damn good hiding and you can wander around bare-assed.”

She looked sternly at him to see if her words had made an impact. When riled she wasn’t one to hold back as her brother could testify.

In the past several students at school had also been on the receiving end of Elizabeth’s quick temper and flailing fists.

He knew she could and would do as threatened. She was a tyrant and, as he remembered the last time she beat him up, a shock ran through his body releasing another spurt of painful pee. For the moment just the warning was enough to intimidate him so, when she walked away indicating that the discussion had ended he was relieved she hadn’t followed through. As a result of this confrontation the stream continued so his nappy was busy soaking up an absolute flood.

#

Lizzie was well aware of the impression she made on people, it was one she had developed and shaped since she was a little girl and fell prey to a larger girl’s vindictive ways. It all came to a head when her daddy told her never to let herself be bullied because ‘Bullies were really just cowards’.

She never forgot the look on that girl’s face when she attacked her in class, in front of everyone, and made her cry. The large girl was slapped and her hair pulled until she said she was sorry.

The girl was no longer feared but Lizzie was. In that brief but terrifying few seconds Elizabeth Southall of the fourth grade knew what it was liked to feel the power of being feared; it was something that would stay with her from that moment on.

By some she was given a wide berth, to others, they liked her vicious streak and gravitated to her domineering way. In truth there were more enemies than friends but that never worried Lizzie. Those who were on her team had stayed with her since that very early display of audacity.

#

Billy’s bladder had been painfully full so had no option but to empty it into his voracious nappy. The bottle of water he’d drunk earlier soon found itself transformed into a warm, pale yellow fluid that swamped the extra booster pads which, surprisingly for the eleven year-old, left him feeling relatively dry.

It actually wasn’t that bad. He’d wet without knowing about it a few times and that had horrified him. When he’d done it out of desperation the day before, he felt relief even if the outcome was awful but now he was meant to do it, well, it was pretty cool. However, there was still a burning sensation when he did so and that wasn’t nice, even if the warm pee flooding the fabric was.

The texture of his nappy changed as well. It got bigger and the weight made it more difficult to amble around. Thankfully as he was out of the pink shorts and wore a t-shirt with his protection, in the morning heat… it wasn’t so bad. His waddle had been very obvious but now his movements were more measured. He didn’t rush anywhere now he was no longer desperate to pee, so, wearing only a thin t-shirt and nappy, was able to enjoy the sunshine that filled their back garden.

#

As it was such a lovely warm day, and as per her mother’s instructions, both Billy and Dee-Dee were ordered to play outside, she hated her kids glued to the TV screen or their ancient games consul. Lizzie told them that, owing to Billy’s ‘problems’, friends would not be allowed for the next few days so they had to entertain themselves. As Billy was always being told to play with one or both his sisters he was used to the games they liked and, as there was no alternative, he set about trying to lead the fun in the garden.

Now that his mother had promised that he’d soon be well Billy was feeling pretty good about himself, even if the infection was still sending angry reminders to his bladder and bowel.
His large pink glistening pants shone in the summer sun and though he had to slowly shuffle around, he seemed to be dealing with the lack of real clothing pretty well.

With Dee-Dee also being bound in thick protection he didn’t feel so awkward, her blue frilly plastic pants also gleamed in the sun so on that score they were equal. They both crouched down and huddled over their toys as they decided what game to play. ‘Princess and her Castle’ didn’t really appeal to Billy and she wasn’t interested in re-running the ‘Grand Prix’ with his racing cars, so they settled on a hybrid version of both.

Lizzie watched and smiled as they lay on their tummy’s, the thick, smooth, glassy mounds of their protection indicating that both were still only toddlers and not yet potty trained. Patronisingly, she thought of them as her own little babies out in the ‘big wide world’ for the first time.

From the start she’d hoped that once in nappies both of them would be far easier to manage and so far, that’s how it appeared. They were playing together and not arguing, so that was a plus, and they looked like kids at kindergarten scampering around enjoying the freedom just to have fun.

Billy played for an hour or so not thinking about his current sartorial situation. His thick wet nappy no longer worried him as he got lost in his game. He even found his annoying little sister to be quite entertaining as they beeped, brummed and screeched his cars around the palace with the ‘Princess’ encouraging each driver.

Lizzie was being all grown up and motherly, she kept bringing drinks, checked nappies and offered praise. The two occupied kids didn’t seem to notice that the compliments were what you’d give toddlers who’d just learned to do something. She seemed to approve of the game they were playing and offered a few suggestions to make it more ‘exciting’ and which were actually fun.
For the first time in many years they were all getting on incredibly well, even stroppy Billy appeared to be enjoying his new position and at ease in his nappy. This was just the beginning of the school holiday and despite its awkward start he’d settled down remarkably quickly to this new regime… probably because he thought it would all soon be over.

#

As the afternoon progressed and Billy thought about it more, he was just too comfortable with the easy way his mother and Lizzie had dealt with his problem. In fact, they had been very supportive and, as he still hadn’t linked his canal swim with his current situation, began to wonder if there was a conspiracy going on between them.
Suddenly it all made sense. It was if he’d had a sudden revelation and everything became clear.

It was the females who were once again scheming to keep him down. The realisation of this fact stirred up real anger. He also bet that woman doctor was involved in some way as well to make him feel that there was actually something wrong when there wasn’t.

No wonder they were being nice, they’d reduced him to a nappy-wearing baby. His fury and self-determination grew as he understood that had been the plan all along. To stop him being independent and, and, and, erm, um… he wasn’t sure what or why… but he knew he’d been tricked somehow.

“Bastards… the lot of them”.

He looked down at his glistening plastic pants and the heavy bulk underneath and was desperate to get rid, even if he had recently pissed in them. He saw the cunning way they had got him to wear such vast protection and he wasn’t going to play along any longer.

He thought he was ill but now, well, it was obvious they were behind his accidents all the time. He reasoned that it was they who were giving him stuff to cause all this problems. Because, he concluded, it was a strange coincidence that he should start wetting at the beginning of the school holidays.

He didn’t know how or why but his fucking family were out to make a fool of him… and he wasn’t going to put up with it any longer.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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Baby Dick Part 1

This story is written by Les Lea

I’m sitting in the doctor’s office stripped down to my underwear awaiting his arrival and I’m feeling cold and vulnerable. The thin cream nylon curtain that separates me and the plastic padded bed I’m sitting on from his surgery still allows me to hear him whispering to a nurse, whilst tapping away at his computer keyboard. I wish he’d hurry up and start his examination as I’m bored of looking at the blue, hygienic paper sheet that covers the bed and the rather large, scary-looking chrome implement that I can just see through the crack in the flimsy drape.

Even though I’m expecting it, the sudden noise as he pulls back the curtain makes me jump.
“Don’t be scared Michael, I’m only going to examine you.”

His words are gentle but I’m still on edge as he places a stethoscope against my chest and begins. He weighs, measures, taps, pokes, and peers into every part of my anatomy though it’s a worry when he shuffles down my underwear and cups my genitals.

I look over at mum and dad who are sitting on plastic chairs only a few feet away watching this process.
The doctor addresses them rather than me whenever he has a question or makes a comment.
“He’s very undeveloped for a thirteen year old.”

He continues the examination by feeling my penis and searching for my balls.

He looks over at my parents and tells them I may be suffering from something, but he says it in doctor-speak so I have no idea what he means. However, the word ‘micropenis’ is in there somewhere and I understand that.

Eventually he stops his prodding and poking and pulls up my underwear, which is a thick fabric nappy and tells me that I should relax. I lay out on the paper covered padded bed and he pops in a large dummy that has suddenly appeared on a ribbon around my neck. He then pulls a soft, fleecy baby blue blanket up over me and tells me again to relax whilst he speaks to my parents.

“Is there anything that can be done for him?” I hear mother say.

“An operation or drugs?” Dad adds.

“Look…. Mr and Mrs Smith… it’s perfectly simple… your boy doesn’t want to grow up. His tiny baby sized penis is him trying to tell you… he wants to stay a baby.”

“Really?” Both my parent’s chorus.

“It’s perfectly normal for a boy his age. What with the pressures of becoming a teenager… it’s too much stress, so he wants to go back to being looked after… not have to make decisions… to be without responsibilities. His baby sized penis, lack of pubic hair and his soft babyish features… well; it’s his way of telling you this.”

I’m shocked by what the doctor is saying but my nappy is hugging me tightly, the fleecy blanket is very comforting and so is sucking on my dummy. I feel myself drift off as my parents continue

their discussion with my GP.

#

I wake up and I’m back in my own bedroom. It’s the smallest room in the house and whilst my older brother Paul and sister Helen have larger rooms, this one suits me as it’s mine… and it’s very, very cosy. I’ve made it my fortress; with all my favourite popstar posters pinned up on the wall. My white closet and chest of drawers keep my clothes nicely stored away, whilst the shelf that runs around three of the walls hold a few books but also my favoured toys and stuffed animals (I have quite a menagerie) who look on and keep me company.

It must be getting near morning as I can see a glow around the window frame but checking the clock shows it’s not time to get up for school yet. I sigh in relief although know that this Monday is

going to be a bit of a trial for me.
I lay there warm and cosy under my covers, though a sudden thought made me check myself. Thankfully, I hadn’t had an accident and my PJs were dry so I wriggled, wondering why, for the second night in a row, I’d had such a similar weird dream.

#

Actually, I guess I know why – the Friday before I was walking home from school when Cuddy Cudthorpe and his gang of bullies ambushed me near the local park, bundled me through some bushes and stripped me naked. Well, not completely naked, they left me wearing a thick disposable with ‘Baby Dick’ written in thick black letters across the white material, front and back.
I tried to fight them off but five burly fifteen year olds had the upper hand, especially as I’m thirteen and a bit of a wimp, physically and mentally. Ever since it became public knowledge, well amongst the school, that I was under endowed, he’d made it his job to terrify and belittle me at every opportunity.

Of course, like most bullies, he does his nasty deeds when only he or he and his friends are present, so it’s difficult to prove any of my allegations. But it is true that I have a smaller than perhaps normal penis, certainly a great deal smaller than my older brother, unfortunately, mine had been noticed in the showers after gym and swimming lessons by my class. I got a load of ribbing from my class mates but then it got to the ears of Cuddy and since then he seemed to take great delight in never missing an opportunity of referring to me as ‘Baby Dick’.

He’s gone out of his way to leave those two words emblazoned on my locker, my books and on the walls of the toilet. Now loads of the school refer to me by that name, which has pleased him no end. However, being embarrassed at school obviously just wasn’t enough for him so he decided to go public. That’s why the attack; he wanted to publicly humiliate me, which he did. I had to walk home wearing a loose fitting, soaked diaper (I was crying and scared) and it must have made his day as he held me down and in fear began to pee myself.

He and his mates took photos, cheered about the ‘fun’ we were all having but left me crying in a heap and I still had to find my way the mile and a half home wearing what I had on and looking like I did. It was a warm afternoon but it didn’t seem to faze anyone that a boy my age should be crying and wearing a sagging nappy; although, at that time of day it was mostly school children on their way home and not many grown-ups. No one stopped to offer me help. Even other pupils from the school crossed over the road or giggled at my distress, no doubt knowing it was Cuddy’s doing and not wanting to be the next in line for his ‘practical jokes’.

When I arrived home my school uniform was strewn around the garden, everything that is apart from my underpants. I got the message – they thought I was a baby and didn’t need ‘big boy’ pants. Cuddy’d whispered this at school and also while he bundled me into my current disposable that, with a dick like mine, I should always wear nappies.

#

Although more than a little traumatised there was no one else at home when I arrived so didn’t have to explain anything to anybody. I picked up my clothes and let myself in and waddled up to my room, the wet disposable sagging dangerously low as I climbed the stairs. I stood in front of the mirror and surveyed myself. My eyes were dark rings, tearstains ran down my cheeks and yet, those two words ‘Baby Dick’ emblazoned on the now pitifully full disposable didn’t hold any horror for me. In fact, since my situation had become common knowledge, the taunting and comments had strangely made me more popular… well, perhaps what I mean is, more people knew who I was – ‘Baby Dick’.

I’d never been popular at school, not that I didn’t have friends but to be popular you had to be someone, or have done something, and that just wasn’t me. I excelled in being the very opposite of astounding.

However, back to my mirror image – I haven’t worn a nappy since I was three years old, and, although my penis hadn’t grown a great deal since, the doctors said that my small penis is just nature – some people have massive ones, others small, whilst most are just normal. Its size had never really bothered me because until the comments at school, it wasn’t an issue. However, with all the name calling and references to me being a baby I began to think more and more about what it would be like being a toddler again and not have to put up with all this aggravation… and surprise, surprise, I didn’t mind the idea.

This was probably why, in my dreams, the doctor was telling my parents my small penis was my way of saying I wanted to be a baby – that dream (and the hundred or so times a day ‘Baby Dick’ was shouted at me across the school yard) had a strange effect on me. It sort of instilled that idea deep in my conscious and subconscious.

However and here’s the strange part, I’d had similar dreams before the Cuddy incident. These last two nights hadn’t been the only ones where I was a toddler. The difference was, in the current dreams it was me insisting on being treated as a little kid. Before, in fact way before, I’d had thoughts and dreams where I was a baby, and it wasn’t just my family insisting that’s what I should be, it was everyone. These mental images would just swamp in and for a few seconds it would be like… real… but then I’d come to my senses and just get on with whatever it was I was doing… and more or less tried to ignore it all.

#

I was standing still looking at myself in the mirror when I peed a little more. The full disposable warming slightly but under the extra weight finally gave up hanging on and collapsed to the floor leaving me staring at my mini penis.

To me it didn’t look that small, except in comparison to my brother Paul; who has quite a large one. I know he’s sixteen and more developed than me but he and my sister take after my father’s side of the family, whilst I take after mum. So, whereas dad is tall and strong, mum is blonde and petite and that’s who I get my slim physique and blue eyes from.

I suppose in other ways I haven’t kept up to my classmates in maturity- for instance, I still haven’t sprouted much in the way of pubic hair, my voice doesn’t appear to have broken and the things I like on TV are more likely stuff that a seven or eight year old might prefer. Oh yes, you know the menagerie I spoke about, I take it in turns sleeping with them all. I love cuddling my stuffed animals and have never once thought it odd doing so even at my age.

Mum has had me at the doctors on several occasions and tests have indicated that there is no growth problem, it will all sort itself out and that I’m quite normal, just developing at a different rate to everyone else.

Being the youngest in the family has always meant that I’m treated as the baby, someone who needs looking after. Both my brother and sister have always been very supportive and loving. As a tot I was always hopping from my bed and creeping into theirs if I got scared or had a bad dream. I was never thrown out. I remember Paul once saying he enjoyed these times because he could protect his little brother. Helen remarked that she loved it because I was like a warm, wriggly little teddy bear. Even as I’ve gotten older they seem to still think of me in this way – I’m still their baby brother. Both they and my parents are highly protective of me and I’m so glad to live in such a loving household.

#

Monday and another school day; I arrived and everyone was laughing and pointing at ‘Baby Dick’. Even my close friends were smiling and nodding as if they were in on some fantastic secret. I was soon to find out what they all knew and I didn’t.

Posters of me wearing the disposable, with a very yellow front, which I’m sure had been photo-shopped, had been erected around the school yard as well as on some noticeboards in school. It took the teachers sometime to collect them all and then the inquest started.

Of course I accused Cudthorpe but he and his friends denied everything, even saying that I’d been spreading lies about them and that they wouldn’t be surprised if I hadn’t done it myself to gain some kind of notoriety. Of course no teacher believed this accusation but, without evidence one way or the other, they couldn’t go any further with mine.
However, come break time I was surprised how many people were sympathetic to my situation and thought how brave I was to remain in school. Of course there were still those who were glorying in my embarrassment but because of those who were more supportive I didn’t let them bother me as much.

There was a school full of kids now aware that I’d been wearing a nappy, whether they thought it was voluntary or not I don’t think mattered to them. So, as each passed they patted my bum to see if ‘Baby Dick’ was wearing one to school. It got pretty annoying but I was powerless to stop it. I think they were very disappointed when they couldn’t feel any padding.
“Baby Dick, why aren’t you wearing your nappy?”

Some accused as if they’d been cheated of the opportunity to see for themselves this baby in their midst.
“Baby Dick should be in a nappy” was whispered when some people passed by, other times it was hollered across the playground so ignoring it was more difficult.

#

However, one boy in particular was very sympathetic; his name Quentin, Quentin Timothy Farron to be exact, who was the butt of everybody’s nastiness. He was around the same age and size as me, except where I was blond he was dark, but he’d accrued the accolade of being the school’s BIG SISSY.

“Sissy” was spat at him at every opportunity but he didn’t appear to mind, if he did he hid it well. He was gently spoken, unassuming and impeccably dressed… three points that made him definitely, as far as the rest of the school was concerned, a huge certified sissy.

Although I knew him as we were in the same class, we weren’t particular friends even though we did have quite a bit in common. Neither of us were good at sport, we couldn’t throw a ball to save our lives, and gym was a constant torture. We were scared of swimming and clung to the floats as if I lives depended on it, which as far as we were concerned it did. We were both unhappy about appearing naked (apart from swimming trunks) in public and always wrapped a towel around us when we changed. We preferred our own company but were frequently disturbed by other kids and older bullies venting their hostilities on us.

Quentin had a good way of scaring his adversaries off… he just screamed as loudly as he could until, a teacher came. Usually by then his aggressors would have run off so he was left to explain himself to the grown-ups. He would just shrug and go about his business.

When I was in a similar position I usually got verbally and physically abused… often punched by these macho bullying kids… but I stayed painfully silent and intimidated. Although few people laid a finger on Quentin, I don’t know if that was because his dad was a cop or what, but even though he was constantly being picked on, he didn’t suffer the bruises I often came away with.
Quentin Timothy Farron (or Quite The Fuckup as it said on his monogrammed school bag once) saw the wounded look on my face as everyone around was laughing at the poster-sized images of me in a disposable.

“This is awful,” he whispered as he nervously approached. “I hope those bullying cunts die.”
I was shocked by his language (it was a word I’d heard but never used and in fact I wasn’t sure what it meant). His mother was well known in the church group and his father was high up in the police force, so it came as a bit of a surprise he even knew such an expression.
He patted my shoulder. “I hope you’ll be okay…”
And that was it as he drifted off to class.
For a bullied sissy he certainly carried himself well; no cowering, trying to hide away. He had a certain elegance; from his pristine school uniform and well-polished shoes, right through to his quiet but determined personality. He was the only one who actually seemed genuinely upset on my behalf and I appreciated his bravery in even speaking to me at that point.

#

That night I wasn’t sure if word about the incident would get to my parents so I decided to get it out in the open and tell them what had happened. They were suitably angry with the victimization and the cruel ‘prank’ that had been played on me. They wanted to make a big deal about it, threatening to complain to the school and taking issue with Cuddy but I begged them to let it drop. Paul wanted to beat Cuddy up but as much as I love my big brother, I don’t think even he would come off better between Cuddy and his gang. Cuddy was a bully but he was also an out and out thug.

All I could see was things getting worse and Cuddy being pleased with himself for thinking he was making my life a misery. He was the type of person, from that type of family, who revelled in their own controversial reputation. No one liked them, and everyone gave them a wide berth, they delighted in their notoriety.

The following day and my locker and desk were stuffed full of disposables and an assortment of baby gear. It seemed that a few ‘jokers’ had stolen their baby brother’s and sister’s trappings and loaded it on me. I nearly threw up when I discovered a shitty and soaked disposable shoved in my locker but I didn’t want to give the audience that had gathered the satisfaction.
Once again what was meant as humiliation had a very strange effect. I gathered up all the baby products (except the soiled nappy) and piled them into my locker with every intention of sorting through them at home because an idea was fermenting in my brain.

I was desperately trying to look hurt and hard done by. I attempted to appear careworn and upset by it all but the truth was, all these things had given me an opportunity; it was an opportunity I was keen to exploit.

Once I got home (I walked with friends now) I let myself in and, armed with a backpack full of baby stuff, headed up to my room. I knew it would be an hour or so before anyone else got in so I spread out the contents to examine precisely what my ‘school mates’ had left by way of a ‘joke’.

Four Disposables

One thick terry nappy

One pair of see thru plastic pants

2 Dummies

1 Rattle

Set of four large safety pins

A toy duck

And lastly a bib that had ‘Mummy’s messy girl’ written in white on a pink background (it still had the remains of some child’s meal crusted into it).
What a witty lot my fellow students were.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 2

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Subliminal Baby Part 4

This story is written by Elfy

“Well, I don’t think there is anything physically wrong.” The doctor told the two people in front of him as he reviewed a clipboard full of notes.

It had been a long day for Ritchie. Not long after he had taken his diaper off following his unexpected fun that morning his mother had come in and told Ritchie that she had managed to arrange an appointment with the doctor but they had to leave right away.

Ritchie agreed that he needed to see a medical professional, the wetting was getting out of control, and he even agreed to put a diaper on before leaving. He was happily able to convince his mom that he could put the diaper on himself and she had left the room to let him do it. When she inspected his handiwork she declared it satisfactory and they hurried out to the car and off to see the doctor. Ritchie felt a strange amount of pride as he put on the diaper himself, he was just glad that his excitable private parts were hidden away underneath the padding.

They had been there all day as the doctor ran an exhaustive amount of tests. He had been starting to wonder if he was ever going to be called into the doctor’s office when his name flashed up on the board to let him know he could head to the room for his results.

“Nothing physically wrong? Then why is my son suddenly unable to keep his pants dry?” Karen asked feeling slightly annoyed that after many hours of testing there still wasn’t an answer.

Ritchie blushed as he had done most of the day, he had kept himself dry but so many different people, many of them pretty young nurses, had seen him in diaper. It was incredibly embarrassing. The light at the end of the tunnel was that at the end of all the tests at least they would have an answer to what was going on, now even that hope was disappearing.

“We did ultrasounds on the bladder, we did urine tests, blood tests, x-rays… We ran every test we can.” The doctor was also exasperated. He didn’t like not knowing what his patient’s problems were, he did have one more idea though.

Karen and Ritchie both looked crestfallen. They had hoped so much for an answer, they were both so sure on their way here that there was a pill or a procedure or something, anything, that would fix Ritchie’s problem.

“So after all this we are no better off than before we came here…” Ritchie moaned and whined. This whole thing was hopeless. What if he never stopped wetting himself?

“Not exactly.” The doctor said as he looked up from his clipboard, “We have ruled out physical problems as much as we can… But in the absence of physical problems it suggests something very different. It suggests perhaps something is going on emotionally.”

“I’m not crazy!” Ritchie blurted out.

“I agree.” The doctor calmly responded, “I think you’re having an emotional response to stress. An extreme response to the pressure of being the “man in charge” as it were. You were forced to grow up too quickly and subconsciously you are rebelling. I’m no psychiatrist but that’s my theory. From my notes I see your father left home and according to your mother you started stepping up and taking responsibilities. It could be that you are subconsciously rebelling.”

There was silence for a few minutes as everyone digested the new theory on this strange behaviour.

“Well… How do we fix it?” Karen asked.

“That’s the tricky question. I don’t believe there is a cure per se, I think this is something that you have to work through, your mind is trying to balance your childhood and your responsibilities. I think that eventually this will all pass.”

“Eventually?” Ritchie said exasperated by the doctor’s vague answers, “How long?”

“That’s really not something I can speculate on.” The doctor said as he adjusted his glasses, “A week? A month? Who knows, it may be much longer… The mind is a complex thing, who knows how it will respond to these things.”

“Will it keep getting worse?” Ritchie asked with a lump in his throat. He saw his mom put her face in her hands at the news that this was something they had to just ride out.

“Your guess is as good as mine. You have said it started off as just a night time thing, became a day time problem and you feel your control getting worse. This might just be the start…” The doctor continued, “It might be that things start getting better now, conversely this might be just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Thank you for your time.” Karen said shortly and she stood up which prompted Ritchie to stand as well. They promptly left the office in silence, both of them had a lot on their minds.

Steven had ample opportunity that day to go into Ritchie’s bedroom at will. He noticed when he entered that the room had started to get that distinctive smell of urine lingering in it. He smiled as he booted up the computer yet again. Steven loaded up the software in his now familiar way and adjusted the message it was delivering yet again.

“Whilst diapered you will feel like a toddler.”

This could be it. The final message he would implant in his brother’s brain. After this he would have no need to adjust the message. Ritchie would regress back to a baby-like state and Steven would finally be treated like the adult he was. His revenge would be complete!

As he left the room he started having a few doubts. Could he really do this? He had no idea if the messages he was implanting were permanent, would they ever wear off? This had all gone well past getting a little petty revenge and had now become an experiment on his brother.

He dismissed the worries and left the room. Steven couldn’t stop now, he had to finish what he had started and regress his brother to a toddler state. He took a great pleasure in embarrassing and humiliating Ritchie after the years that he had to endure. Steven stopped caring if the messages he implanted were permanent. He was finally being allowed responsibilities and privileges, if this came at the cost of his brother’s adulthood then so be it.

“Mom, pull over.” Ritchie said rather tensely.

Ritchie and his mother had been driving for ten minutes and were about halfway home from the doctor’s office. They had spent the journey mostly in silence after all the news at the office but had hit an unexpected traffic jam on the way home.

They were on a dual carriageway and in the outside lane, traffic had ground to a halt for reasons neither of them could see. It seemed the tailback stretched on for miles.

“I can’t pull over, sweetie.” Karen responded as she leaned her head against the window, “There is too much traffic and we are stuck in the outside lane.”

“I really need to get to a bathroom.” Ritchie bit his lip as he felt a very sudden need to get to a toilet growing in intensity.

“Just use your diaper, honey.” Karen said in an exasperated voice, “I can change you when we get home.”

“Mom!” Ritchie whined, “I don’t want to just use my diaper! Besides… I need to go number two…”

“Oh.” Karen said suddenly more attentive to the situation, “Can you hold it? This traffic should clear up soon. We aren’t far from home.”

“I… I can try.” Ritchie said. He hadn’t had a messy accident since he was a baby and the idea of having one here and now was abhorrent to him. He wished he could be confident of making it home but after everything that had happened in the last few days, he just couldn’t be sure.

Both people in the car were suddenly a little more on edge. They were both praying that the traffic would clear up but apart from rolling forward a few metres every few minutes they were at a standstill.

The pressure deep in Ritchie’s gut was building and every minute seemed to make him more uncomfortable. He held his gut and bent forward slightly as he tried to find a position that would make him more comfortable. He was acutely aware of his mother watching him from the corner of her eye. He was desperate, after everything the doctor had said, to not let himself use his diaper. He had to fight it off.

Out of the blue he suddenly received a text. Welcoming the distraction, he picked up his phone to see Linda’s name.

“Hey Baby. Sorry I haven’t spoken in a while, been busy. Want to meet up tomorrow at the park? I’ll be there about 1pm, hope to see you xxx”

Ritchie had conflicting emotions as he really wanted to see the girlfriend he had been missing, but it sounded like she had no idea of the problems Ritchie had encountered over the last few days. Would she still want to be with him in his diapered state?

Another painful cramp suddenly shoved Linda out of Ritchie’s mind as he winced and felt sweat forming on his brow. Still the car wasn’t moving and by now it felt like any movement would cause Ritchie’s tenuous control to fail.

Ritchie tried to let out a small fart to release some of the pressure, it was a fatal mistake. As soon as Ritchie relaxed slightly to release the gas he felt semi-solid mush pour out of his backside. He tried to clench his muscles again but it was too late and he felt the diaper filling behind him. He lifted off his seat slightly to give more room as he continued helplessly filling his diaper. He tried to not make it obvious what was happening as he felt the soft and warm mush spreading to fill every inch of space it could find.

Ritchie’s eyes watered and his face went red from utter humiliation, he sniffed and tried to blink away the tears in the small hope that maybe it wouldn’t be too noticeable or bad.

Finally, as he felt the last of his bowels contents leave him his bladder emptied itself all over the front of the diaper. Ritchie didn’t even try to stop himself from wetting his thoroughly used diaper.

It didn’t take long for the smell to start permeating the car. Ritchie tried to ignore it but after just a few seconds his mother turned to look at him with a strange look on her face.

“Did you just…” Karen began.

“No… I, erm, I just farted. Letting some pressure out.” Ritchie knew his excuse was feeble as he sat in the rapidly cooling contents of his diaper.

“It doesn’t smell like just a fart.” Karen said wrinkling her nose.

She reached down with her hand and after commanding Ritchie to lift up in his seat slightly she pressed and patted the diaper. Karen immediately felt the bulging mass which now sat in Ritchie’s diaper.

“Oh, Ritchie…” Karen said with a mixture of exasperation and pity. Karen opened all of the windows in the car and faced forwards again with her nose wrinkled. There was no denying that the awful smell was extremely noticeable, they both needed the traffic to start moving so they could get out of this confined space.

Ritchie couldn’t respond to his mother’s disappointed voice, he just started sobbing and held his hands up to his red face. Almost as soon as Karen started facing forwards the traffic finally began to move again, if only Ritchie had been able to hold on for a little longer.

By the time they got home the car reeked of Ritchie’s messy diaper. Karen stepped out of the car and quickly walked around to open the door for Ritchie. He sat out and felt the horrid diaper sticking to his skin making him wince. He walked into the house behind his mom in a wide-legged waddle, any parents of toddlers would recognise that waddle as the waddle of a child who had filled their pants.

Every step caused his poopy diaper to shift and make things even more uncomfortable, Ritchie still quietly sobbed as he followed his mom upstairs.

Ritchie headed straight for his bedroom. As he and Karen walked past Steven’s door Stephen looked curiously at the odd walk that Ritchie had as he slowly sidled past. It was only after Ritchie had passed the door that the smell hit Steven. Steven’s eyes opened wide in shock as he realised that his brother had messed himself without any prompting. Steven ran to his doorway and peered out at his older brother as he waddled into his bedroom leaving a trail of bad smell. Steven ducked back into his room so that his laughter wouldn’t be heard by his infantile older brother.

Karen laid Ritchie down on his bed on a towel she had quickly grabbed from the bathroom. She started taking the tapes of the diaper and as she lowered the front the sheer scale of Ritchie’s accident took her aback. The smell got even worse.

“We are going to need to get you a changing table.” Karen said as she began trying to wipe her adult son clean. Her voice was strained as the awful smell caused her eyes to water.

Ritchie just laid still and let her mom get on with it. There was nothing he could say or do so he just closed his eyes and wished for it to be over. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he couldn’t believe the doctor said there was nothing that could be done, that they just had to let it run its course. It had got this bad in such a short amount of time, just how bad would this get?

To make matters worse. Ritchie found himself getting hard again. He prayed for it to not happen but as his diaper was changed he found himself getting more and more excited even if the sticky poop that still covered a lot of his crotch disgusted him. Ritchie’s mom didn’t say anything about it, she just did her best to clean her son without making this anymore awkward than it already was.

Eventually, after a lot of wipes were used, Karen stated that Ritchie was clean. She got out a new diaper and placed it under her son. They quickly encountered an issue though where Ritchie’s excited state made it very difficult to tape the diaper closed.

“I’ll let you sort this out…” Racheal backed away towards the exit of the room, “Just, erm, tape it tightly, OK?”

Ritchie nodded and Karen left the room, taking the messy diaper with her. Ritchie couldn’t get his erection to go away, every movement made his diaper crinkle and only served to keep him excited. Eventually, Ritchie realised that the only way to get rid of his hardness would be to masturbate. He wasn’t really in the mood but he needed to get himself to calm down one way or the other, fortunately his mother had left a lot of wipes in the room.

He began to stroke himself but struggled to really get into what he was doing. He searched his memory for some exciting imagery to help him along. For some reason his brain kept picturing his diapers, his messy diaper in particular. He tried to focus on Linda or other sexy imagery but he found himself going back to the diapers every time. Eventually he gave up resisting and as he recalled himself messing his diaper again he found it enough to push him over the edge.

Feeling ashamed for pleasuring himself to that imagery he quickly wiped himself clean and taped the new diaper closed over him.

Desperate to forget the horrors of the day he put his trousers back on and headed over to his computer to play his games. The escapism was just what he needed to forget his increasingly distressing real life.

Ritchie was getting increasingly depressed. His situation seemed to be deteriorating and even his video games were starting to fail him. He found that his hand-eye coordination seemed worse and he grew increasingly frustrated that he wasn’t able to compete with his opponents like he knew he could. The longer he played the harder the game seemed to be get.

It was after a particularly embarrassing misplay that Ritchie slammed the desk in frustration. As he did so he felt his bladder release and with no control he soaked his diaper, Ritchie was shocked at how readily and how suddenly his bladder was prepared to let go these days. Tentatively, he tried to clench his bladder muscles and stop himself from pissing like a baby. It was with little surprise but with a lot of regret that he realised he couldn’t even slow the flow down.

Once the diaper had been thoroughly soaked Ritchie began thinking it would probably need changing. Ritchie belatedly realised that he must have already been wet as this accident had left his padding swollen to the limit. He didn’t remember any other accident so he must have wet without even noticing, a very scary prospect.

This story is written by Elfy

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

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Sissy Pup at the Doctors

Sissy Pup at the Doctors

Soren~ getting a proper pampered prostate exam, they were being a fussy pup so the good doctor had to strap em in and put on the hypnosis screens to ease them, and of course diaper them, because we don’t need any accidents during the examination.

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Draw and above text by jimmy_rumshot

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28893374/

Yes it sure looks like his doctor have decided to give him a proper and intensive examination of his prostate.

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