Posted by Burt1234 on July 24, 2006 at 09:10 [85.210.14.60]
One of my fav all time stories - enjoy.
Nappy Convert
Have you ever gone through an event which you knew at the time was to change your life forever? I went through just such an experience when I was ten.
I was staying for the summer holidays with some family friends, they had there children, Jane fourteen, Lynn, twelve, and my particular friend, and John who was eight.
My parents were off on a sailing cruise for eight weeks, so as I say, I was staying with the Johnson’s.
I was sharing a room with John and was surprised to find that he was still wearing nappies and plastic pants at night, his mother, who I called Aunty Susan, explained that this was due to an illness and I mustn’t tease him about it. She never said what the illness was and John never showed any other sign of it.
John always wanted me to play with him, as we were both boys and although I am two years older than him, we appeared to be about the same age as I was, and still am, rather on the small side. But I much preferred to play with Lynn as although she was a girl and nearly two years older than me, we got along really well and had a lot of fun playing with her baby-dolls.
Anyway, I had been staying there for about a week, when one day Aunty Susan said that she was taking John out for the day, she was leaving lunch for us in the fridge and if we had any problems we could pop next door.
We had been playing up in Lynn’s room with her dolls for about ten minutes when Lynn said, “You know Stephen, it would be much more fun if we had a live baby to play with.”
“Yes, I suppose it would.”
“Stephen…would you….well..uum, would you be a baby for me?”
“What?” I asked, rather surprised and very much puzzled by the question.
“Well….I thought…well I could put one of John’s nappies and a pair of plastic pants on you and then we could use the bibs and bottles from the dolls and you could be my pretend baby.”
“Oh Lynn, we couldn’t do that! I’m too big to be a baby anyway.” I was actually strangely excited by the idea of wearing a nappy, although I couldn’t have said why. Even now I still don’t know why I find wearing nappies so exciting. But at the same time I was frightened of the idea of actually doing it, plus I was rather wary of letting Lynn find out how exciting I found the thought of being put into a nappy.
“Oh come on Stephen, it will be ever such fun.”
“But…but what is someone catches us? Or finds out?” I was already sure that it would indeed be fun, and the more I found the idea appealing to me.
“There’s no one to catch us, Jane won’t be back until tonight and Mum said that she wouldn’t be back home until sometime between 5 and 6 and it’s not even ten yet. And I promise that I shan’t tell anyone.”
“She won’t come over here, if we want anything we’ll have to go to her.”
“Won’t your Mum know that we’ve used a nappy?” The more we talked about it the more I liked the idea of being a baby, but I was desperately scared that someone might find out. I mean what would they think of a boy of ten who allowed himself to be dressed up in a nappy and plastic pants?
“No, you have seen Jane and me changing his nappy when we go to bed if he is already wet. So Mummy never really knows how many nappies are in the bucket, and anyway she never counts them. Oh go on please Stephen, please!!”
“Oh…all right then.”
“Oh thank you Stephen,” Lynn said kissing me. “You get undressed and I’ll go and get the nappy and things.”
I stripped as far as my pants.
When Lynn came back she said, “Come on Stephen, take your knickers off, I can’t put your nappy on over the top of them.” I reluctantly removed my pants, embarrassed because my ‘little person’ had become stiff with excitement. Right then, Lynn said, I did as I was told. “Now pull your knees up to your chest, that’s a good baby.”
Lynn folded the nappy and slipped it under my bottom and then applied nappy rash cream up the crack of my bottom. My little person got even stiffer as Lynn was doing this. I was very surprised at how lovely and soft the nappy felt under my bottom. Again I complied with Lynn’s instruction and she rubbed more cream around the top of my legs, exciting me even more, pulling the front of the nappy up and between my legs, Lynn fastened it tightly in place with two nappy pins, by this time my excitement was at fever pitch and Lynn realized this. “My, my baby is enjoying this, isn’t he?” I just nodded as Lynn produced the rustling plastic pants and pulled them up my legs, tugged them into place over the nappy, she then tucked and protruding nappy back under the elasticized leg and waist bands.
I was near bursting point by this time and started to rub the front of my plastic pant covered nappy to try and relieve the tension I felt. Lynn pushed my hand away and started rubbing me, even through the bulky nappy and plastic pants I could feel the friction this was causing communicated itself to my throbbing ‘little person’ and bottom, while this was happening Lynn had stopped rubbing the front of my thigh bitint plastic pants and was hugging me. As the feelings subsided I because very sleepy. I was aware that Lynn had put a dummy in my mouth, I automatically started sucking it and then must have fallen asleep.
So at the age of ten I had my first ever climax, the first of very many that I have had while wearing a nappy and plastic pants, although obviously at that age I was far too young to actually produce anything or to know what it was all about.
When I woke up I was laying cradled in Lynn’s arms still sucking on the dummy.
“Did my little baby have a nice nap?”
“Mmmm. How long have I been asleep?”
“Only about ten minutes or so.”
“Gosh, it seems like I have been asleep for hours.”
“Well, you haven’t. You really enjoyed that didn’t you?”
“Yes, it was really super, I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
“You ‘came’ and I’m sure that it will happen again.”
“Oh, I do hope so. I suppose I’d better take the nappy and plastic pants off now.” I said somewhat reluctantly.
“Oh no! don’t be silly, you can keep them on all day.”
“But…”
“It will be all right Stephen honestly. Please keep them on.”
“Oh, all right then.” I agreed, I was really pleased to be able to keep them on. It felt really nice wearing them, the terry towel nappy was lovely and soft and with the plastic pants over the top I felt sort of…well…snug…and secure! I felt so sage and protected wearing them.
“Would you like some milk?”
“Yes, please.”
“All right then,” Lynn said replacing the dummy in my mouth. “You wait here like a good little baby.”
I laid there placidly sucking away at the dummy, feeling curiously contented and very, very happy.
When Lynn returned, she sat me on her lap and tied a white plastic backed terry bib around my neck and fed me the milk from a baby’s feeding bottle.
We had a really super time that day, playing with me being Lynn’s baby. She had me crawling around the house just like a real baby, she won’t even let me talk, I had to coo and gurgle like a real baby. But most of the time I spent sitting on Lynn’s lap either sucking away at the dummy while she read to me, or just sucking bottle after bottle of milk or juice.
It was all this extra drink that led to the one disagreement that Lynn and I had that day. All the extra fluid meant that I needed to pee more than usual, Lynn wanted me to use the nappy, but I wasn’t any too keen on this idea. I did agree in the end to use the potty for her, but I could sense that I wouldn’t go in the nappy.
Eventually, after lunch, which Lynn fed to me, I decided to use the nappy. I didn’t even tell her that I wanted to go, she was feeding me another bottle of milk at the time. At first nothing happened, then came a little dribble, then all of a sudden it came flooding out in an unstoppable torrent. I felt it splashing against my tummy and then running down between my legs, seeking a way out, but being contained by the plastic pants and being soaked up by the nappy. I was very surprised by how pleasant it actually felt to just sit there and wet myself, as well the lovely feel of the warm wet nappy, there was a feeling of freedom of just being able to sit there and pee without having to do anything.
“Why, I do believe my little baby is wetting his nappy.” Lynn said as she saw the spreading yellow stain appear across the front of the nappy. “What a good little baby you are!” Lynn put her hand down inside the plastic pants and felt the soaking nappy, she hugged and kissed me and said, “I won’t change you just now, I’m sure that this bottle will have worked its way through soon.”
Lynn set me down on the floor and made me crawl upstairs to her bedroom were we played for a while longer. Then I once more felt the need to pee, I just sat there on the floor and let go.
Again it flooded out, on and on it came, I thought it would never stop.
“Oh, my,” Lynn said as she saw what was happening, “Is my little diddums wetting his nappy again?” I just sat there and blushed. “What a little angel she is.” I went even redder than before at Lynn’s use of ‘she’, even though she had been calling me ‘her darling little baby girl’ for the last couple of hours. “I think I had better change your nappy, hadn’t I.”
“Don’t you think we’d better not use another nappy?” I asked, “I mean your Mum will be home in a couple of hours.” What I really meant was that I was quite happy to remain in the wet nappy as I had found that although a dry nappy was lovely, a wet one was absolute bliss!
Lynn replaced the dummy. “Now my darling, you know you mustn’t talk, and Mummy will get angry if you take your dummy out again, Now let’s get you into a nice dry nappy.”
Lynn laid me down on the floor and pulled the plastic pants off and removed the soaking wet nappy, she washed me and again put cream and baby powder on me and pinned me into a clean fluffy nappy.
I was amazed, first I found out how pleasant wearing a nappy was, then I had discovered the joy of wetting a nappy and being in a warm wet nappy, now I found out just how thrilling it was to lay there and have a wet nappy removed and to be washed and powdered and then have a clean nappy pinned on. It was a super feeling.
About twenty minutes vbefore her Mum was due back, Lynn removed the nappy and the plastic pants. I was very disappointed at having to take them off, but I realized that I couldn’t possibly keep them on.
“Wasn’t that fun?” Lynn asked as she unpinned the nappy. “Do you want to do it again?”
“Ooh, yes, please!” was my enthusiastic reply. “It was really super. I would love to play again. Do you think we will be able to?”
“Oh yes, I’m sure we will. Once Mum has seen that we’re all right on our own, she’ll leave us on our own more often, she won’t leave John with us and as Jane is out with her friends more often than not, so I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to play.”
Well, Lynn and I did find other times when we could play with me being a baby, most frequently, her baby girl, we played this game another ten times that summer and I enjoyed it more and more each time we played.
I was upset when the end of the holiday arrived as it meant that I could no longer wear a nappy and plastic pants and be Lynn’s baby girl, but we resolved that we would do our very best to play again when I came up the day following Boxing Day for two weeks. Lynn gave me a dummy to take home with me.
I had only been at Aunty Susan’s for about half an hour when she said, “I’m taking John out for the day tomorrow and Jane will also be out all day, so you two will be on your own for the day again and will be able to play your game.”
“Oh thanks Mum.”
I was struck dumb, surely Lynn hadn’t told her mother.
“Perhaps you had better tell Stephen what I’ve made for you.”
“What’s that?” I asked, it looked more and more certain that somehow or another Aunty knew about the game.
“Why don’t the pair of you go up to Lynn’s room and she’ll tell you.”
“Come on Stephen.” Lynn said, grabbing my hand and pulling me off to her room. “Mum found out about me dressing you as a baby.”
“Oh no! Was she furious?”
“No, not at all.”
“Really?”
“No, she doesn’t mind at all. She’s quite happy for us to play but she doesn’t want us to let John know, she thinks he might be a bit funny about it. Jane knows as well, but she’s all right.”
“So we can still play then?”
“Oh yes, Mum has got a dozen nappies and some plastic pants for us so that we don’t have to use John’s and she has put a nappy bucket in here for us.”
“Really?”
“Yes, that means that you can wet them as often as you like and I can change you.”
“Is that what your Mum meant when she said that she had made something for me?”
“Oh no! That’s something else, she’s made some baby clothes for you to wear.”
“Can I see them?”
“Well, it would be much more fun if you wait until tomorrow when I can dress you up, please do wait until then Stephen. If you say that you will I’ll tell you something else.”
“All right then, I’ll wait.” I said, somewhat disappointed but seeing how determined Lynn was I thought that I would have to contain myself until the next day.
“The other thing is that in two days time John is going to stay with friends for three nights.”
“Oh,” I said, puzzled as to why Lynn should be so excited by this.
“You don’t see it, do you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, even more puzzled.
“I asked Mum and she’s agreed, you can be my baby for all the time, right from when he goes after breakfast on Friday until he comes home Monday night.”
Now I saw why she was so excited, but she wasn’t half as excited as me! “Really? All the time?”
“Yes, every single moment, night and day. I’m not going to let you use the toilet at all and you will only be allowed to use the potty for poo-poohs, and you won’t be allowed to say anything but baby words and you will have to crawl everywhere and I shall feed you.”
“And your Mum says that it’s all right?”
“Oh, yes, it was partly her idea in the first place, she will help me if I want her to, but you are going to be my baby for the whole time. Mum is even going to get out John’s old cot and playpen and highchair for you.”
“Crumbs, that sounds super, but won’t I be too big for them?”
“Oh no! I went up to the attic the other day and can sit in the highchair quite comfortably so you will fit easily, and John was still sleeping in the cot until earlier this year, it’s only because he kicked up such a fuss about it that Mum got him a bed, he still fits in the cot.”
I suddenly had a horrid thought, “What about Jane?”
“She’s all right, she’s offered to help as well, if we want her to. Oh, it’s going to be such fun Stephen!”
I heartily agreed with that, I would be able to be a baby all the time for what in effect would be four days.
The next day Lynn and I could hardly wait for everyone to leave and Lynn virtually shoves Jane out the door! This was because I didn’t want her there when I got changed, I realized that she would have to see me dressed as a baby at the weekend, but I would deal with that when I had to.
We hurried up to Lynn’s room and while I undressed, she got the things ready. We then went through the routine of me laying in the bed, knees up on my chest while Lynn slipped a nappy under my bottom and rubbed some nappy-rash cream into it, I then put my legs back down and Lynn rubbed some more cream in around my ‘little person’ which was already throbbing with excitement, next came the sweet smelling baby powder. Lynn then tucked a nappy liner down between my legs and pulled the nappy into place and fastened it in place with two overnight nappy pins. Next came the transparent rustling plastic pants, once these were pulled up over the bulky nappy and protruding nappy was safely tucked under the elasticized leg and waist bands Lynn would normally run the front of my nappy through the plastic pants, but this time she just gave me a pink dummy to suck on while she carried on dressing me.
First came a pair of knickers to cover up my nappy and plastic pants, they were of a very fine pink nylon and the seat was a mass of frothy white nylon lace with pink edges.
“I’m not going to wear those, they’re girls’ knickers!”
“Oh come on Stephen, you were quite happy being my baby girl before.”
“But I didn’t have to wear girls’ clothes then!”
“But Stephen, Mum has only made baby girl clothes for you, oh please wear them, you’ll look so pretty, please!”
It did seem silly to be making a fuss over wearing girls’ clothes when I was more than happy to wear a nappy and plastic pants and be called a girl! And they were so pretty!!
“Oh…all right.”
“Oh, thank you, Stephanie, you’re going to be such a pretty baby girl.” Lynn said as she gave me a kiss and put my dummy back in. Lynn then pulled the frilly knickers over the top of my nappy and plastic pants. Next came a pair of baby pink woolen booties and mittens, tied on with white satin ribbons.
Next came the petticoat, it had a very short bodice ending just under my armpits, where a very full starched cotton skirt was also very short, the hem which was trimmed with the same lace as the knickers only just covered the top half of my frilly covered, nappy clad bottom. Lynn fastened up the back and then produced the dress. It had no collar, but rather a lace-trimmed round neckline, it had short puffed sleeves with the same lace-trimming around the little white cuffs, again, the pink shirred bodice was very short, as was the full skirt, it’s hem being half an inch shorter than the hem of the petticoat. The pale link dress was covered with a snow white lace trimmed pinafore. Lynn fastened the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons as she said, “My, what a pretty little baby girl you are!”
“Can I have a look in the mirror, please Lynn?”
“Mummy will let you have a look when she has done your hair.” Lynn said, as she put the dummy back in my mouth. “And you mustn’t keep taking your dummy out or Mummy will get cross and spank your bottom, you must speak with it in, understand?”
I wasn’t sure if Lynn was joking or not, so I decided that it would be best to play along with her anyway. “Yeth Mummy,” I answered, the dummy causing me to lisp.
Lynn brushed my hair, which was just long enough for her to get into two bunches which she tied up with some pink ribbon. “There, my precious, you look lovely, really lovely. Do you want to have a look in the mirror now?
“Yeth, pweathe Mummy.” I lisped, finding it impossible not to with the dummy in my mouth. Lynn put me down on the floor and made me crawl over to her wardrobe, which has a full-length mirror in the door.
I stood there, not believing what I saw looking back at me from the mirror, it was a baby girl! Maybe a little tall and without the chubbiness of a very young baby, but never-the-less a very pretty little baby girl!!! My dummy dropped out of my mouth as I stood there, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.
“Well, what do you think then, Stephanie?”
“I, I don’t believe it!”
“What do you mean?”
“Surely, I don’t really look that much like a baby?”
“Oh yes, oh yes you do my pet. You would win any beautiful baby contest hands down, Stephanie. Would you like to sit on my lap?”
What Lynn was really asking me was if I wanted the front of my nappy rubbed. This always had the effect of making me come. “Oh, yeth, pweathe, Mummy.” I lisped as I put the dummy back in.
Once Lynn had me sitting on her lap, she put her hand on the front of my nappy and started to rub, very soon I was responding to this and shortly I came, it was the best I had yet and soon I fell asleep cradled in Lynn’s arms.
We had a super time for the rest of that day. I very soon reached the conclusion that being dressed as a baby girl was a vast improvement on just wearing a nappy and plastic pants.
On Friday John left the house at 9 and by a quarter past I was once more dressed as a baby girl.
What a weekend that was! I had to be a baby totally, the only words I was allowed to say were poo-poohs, then Lynn would put me on the potty. I had to crawl everywhere. I was not allowed to feed myself, but had to sit in the highchair and let Lynn feed me. I spent a lot of the time in the playpen. What I really loved was sleeping in the cot, in the evening Lynn would change my wet nappy and put me into a pink baby gown and then tuck me in the cot with a nighttime bottle. It was a marvelous end to the day.
That weekend was the first of many I spent as Lynn’s baby daughter. Now that we are grown-up, well at least Lynn is, we live together and all the time that I am at home I am once more Lynn’s little baby girl.