Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 11:23:14 +0100 (BST) From: Mike H Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 4 He had taken himself back into my bedroom and called me through. "When your nappies arrive, I want you to fill your old underwear drawers with them. Also, for every 10 in the drawers, you have one on top next to the baby powder and oil. This saves me having to count them when I check up on you. Ok?" "Ok", I replied, understanding that He wanted at least one on display at all times. That would make nappy-discretion a little more difficult if anyone came into the bedroom! "Also, we need to get you a nappy-bucket in the bathroom. You can empty it when it gets full. I'm also going to get a set of web-cams installed so I can check up on you from my `phone or computer. Ok?" That last bit made me swell up in my cage again. The cage was going to get seriously annoying at this rate - but, that was part of surrendering control. He passed me a memory stick and told me to transfer the audio files to my computer - he knew I had a media server, so I could send music anywhere in the house, and to my `phone if I wanted music while on the move. I logged in to the computer and transferred a whole host of files - most labeled "diaper-dependency-hypnosis-xx", where the `xx' represented a number from 01 to 31. Some additional ones carried file names such as "diaper-sub-hypnosis" and "diaper-need-hynposis". Again, just the mere fact of seeing these got me hard again. I could almost feel the precum oozing out of the end of the cage and into my double layer of soaked nappies. "You'll see a set of hypnosis files there. Start with the diaper-dependency-hypnosis series, start with 01 and do one every night. Put them on repeat so each one repeats all through the night. Also, if you find yourself with some free time during the day, use the other files. I want them running all the time in the background, especially while you're travelling - put earphones on, and do as they tell you." He looked at the screen and asked "can you put them all in a playlist?" "Sure" "Ok, do that. Then show me how you can see how many times they played" I showed him how to get the play counts and moved the files into two playlists. One for night-time files and another for the daytime. "Great", he said, "now set it so you only have these on your iphone. No temptation to listen to anything else then!". With that, He decided we should head back to his apartment. He asked me to fetch a spare key for my place and put it on his keyring. Another moment in my head - he could come and go whenever he pleased now - I'd have no privacy. As we got the my front door, he patted my well padded backside. I was still very aware of the noise I made as we went outside. Also, I had made a point of pissing as much as possible - I was beginning to wonder if that had been a wise decision. We flagged down a cab and climbed in. He gave the cabbie his address and we set off, While we travelled, He told me that we would head out to one of the big gay fetish bars later that night and that I would have to make sure I drank at least 2 litres of liquid before we left. He also mentioned visiting a sex-shop that sold chastity devices - His preference: a CB6000S as it has a shorter cage, which makes it more nappy-friendly. By the time we'd gone through a few bits and pieces (again, He checked I was happy to continue), we reached his place. We got out of the taxi and paid. As the cab drove off, we started to walk up to the appointment and then I realised that the back of my dungarees were wet. Not soaked, just a few spots of dampness where my nappies met the top of my legs. We walked up to the apartment outer doors - well, I more waddled than walked, trying to avoid further leakage into my dungarees. He got to the apartment door first and opened it for me. I was concerned that He would now see my wet patches and tried to let Him go first. "No, no", he said, "after you ..." I went through the door and started to climb the stairs. With each step, I could feel a tiny trickle of piss running down my inner thigh and down my leg until some part of the denim soaked it up. I thought I could smell myself too - a faint odour of wet nappy and piss. As we were alone on the stairwell, I could hear the nappy crinkle with every step - almost amplified by the environment. He climbed the stairs behind me, saying nothing. Perhaps he hadn't noticed? We got to the top flight and to the doors at the top of the stair-well. I opened this door and he stepped past me and unlocked his apartment door. Again, He held it open for me and I went in. As I bent down to remove my shoes in the hallway, I felt his hand rubbing the nappies - not so much rubbing as pushing them against my backside, making more piss leak out into my dungarees. "Excellent", he said, "perhaps now you'll obey me a little more. Did you wet you pants in the taxi?" Sheepishly, I nodded. "Good. That means you understand the consequences of talking about needing a change. In the future, you let me check your nappy. Ok?" Again, I nodded. Then said "yes". He led me through to the lounge where he told me to sit down. I must have looked a little shocked as he knew I was leaking and would probably wet his sofa. "SIT", he said more forcibly. I sat down with a discernible crinkle and squelch combined. These nappies made a lot of noise. I could also feel the liquid around the plug in my hole. It was beginning to feel sore - I had never been made to wear a plug for so long and my hole was beginning to protest. He went into the kitchen and came back with a pint glass filled with apple juice. "Drink", he said, "as quickly as you can". I gulped down the liquid while he removed his shoes, pants and underpants. I finished my drink and passed him the glass. He smiled and held it next to his semi-hard cock. After a moment or two, he started pissing into the pint glass. When, finally, he stopped pissing, he passed the glass to me and raised an eyebrow. He didn't need to tell me what to do, I just took it from him and started drinking the warm fresh liquid. As I drank his piss, he unclipped the fastenings at the top of my dungarees, letting the top drop down. Once I'd finished drinking, he took the glass off me and told me to stand up. I stood up and the dungarees dropped to my ankles. I noticed a wet area on the sofa and blushed. He stepped forward and hugged me, dropping his hands onto my soaked padded but and pulling me close to him. I could feel the liquid running down my legs (and presumably down his too) as he continued to hug and rub my padded ass. We kissed for ages, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I felt his hand work its way down the back of my nappy and run down the crack of my ass until it found the plug impaling my hole. He started gently pulling on the plug base until I could feel my sphincter beginning to stretch open. I instinctively leaned forward a little, pushing my ass out, so he could gain better access to my hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed the plug back in. Then slowly pulled it back to its widest point. He fucked me with the plug for some time, each time judging the plug width perfectly to ensure I was stretched as wide as the plug would go before pushing it back in me. He pulled his hand out, and told me to lick it clean. Then he took me to the playroom, leaving my wet dungarees on the floor. He lay my on the sling, piss running out of my soaked nappies soaked up into the back of my t-shirt. He unfastened the outer nappy. The inner nappy was completely drenched and small pieces of the lining fell out onto the outer nappy. "Now", he said, "if you ask to be changed again, I shall do this again. But, next time, you will have three nappies to fill. Understood?" I nodded. "Good, now let's get you changed." He unfastened the inner nappy and removed them from underneath me. The air hitting my completely smooth nappy area immediately making me hard. He rubbed my balls gently, pushing them against the cage. "Such a shame subs don't cum", he said, "it looks like you need to". With that, he fetched the ankle restraints and fastened them onto me. Then wrist-cuffs. He locked me spread-eagled and exposed to the elements. "Piss yourself", he said. It took a while. I had made a point of emptying my bladder throughout the day, so there wasn't a lot left in me. However, I managed a little and the piss rose up and hit my t-shirt before dripping round the sides and back. "Good. I like that look", he said approvingly. He pulled the plug out of my hole. I felt immediately relieved - it was a lovely feeling to have my hole relax again. However, this feeling wouldn't last for long - he fetched a plug with a tube hanging from it, and inserted into my now vacant hole. He then left the room and came back with a very large and very full enema bag. He connected the tubing to the valve at the base of the bag and fastened the bag to the sling-supports. He opened the valve a little and I could feel warm liquid slowly filling my insides. "Now, about your first punishment. You disobeyed orders today, and that means you get punished. I wasn't joking." With that, he fetched a paddle from the cupboard and started to swat at my gradually filling backside. As the skin was still wet from the nappies, each stung more than it would have otherwise. The enema plug in my hole prevented my from clenching my cheeks to help lessen the pain. It was an intense sensation. 20 swats later, and my ass was a bright red colour. I could see it reflected in the mirrors around the room. The enema bag was still emptying into my guts. "Piss again", he said. My ass muscles moved while I tried to make myself piss, nearly pushing the enema-plug out of me. He pushed that back in and said, "You see, this is why I got the bigger plug. You're getting used to staying open. Come on, piss yourself again". I pissed and as I did I felt some additional piss hitting my balls. He was adding some of his own! With the enema bag now empty, he fetched my new plug. With the fluid leaking out of me as he removed the enema-plug, he started working the new wider plug into me. After a few minutes, I felt the muscles around my hole give in to the new pressure and finally snap closed around the base of the plug. I was sweating profusely - I'd never had a plug of that size in me. The pressure on my hole had also made me forget about the pressure inside my gut, which was now making itself much more obvious. "Now for punishment number 2", he said. He unfastened me from the sling and fetched a towel. As I got down from the sling, our combined piss pooled into the middle of it. "Lick that clean", he said, "I want it spotless". I started licking and suddenly yelped as a sharp stinging came from my backside. "Punishment number 3 comes while you complete punishment number 2. The longer it takes, the more of these you get", he said. I hadn't seen him fetch a swat from the cupboard. But boy did I know he had one now! I started licking as quickly as I could. Every few seconds resulting in another swat to my already red backside. After about 20 or so swats, I had done my job and stood up. My guts ached from the need to clear the vast amount of liquid plugged inside me. He led me to the bathroom and told me to remove my plug and let it go. Actually, this took far more effort that I thought. My ass was sore, the plug wider than I was used to, and my sphincter muscles had decided to clamp down on the plug base. After some gentle working though, I managed to get the widest part through and then removed the plug. Instantly, I cleared everything into the toilet and flushed it away. After a few minutes, I had empited myself completely. He told me to take off my t-shirt and shower. Then to report back to the bedroom. I showered, taking my time. I made sure everything was properly clean - even trying to work out how best to clean inside the cage locked over my almost permanently hard cock. Being completely smooth, the water felt more sensual. It was as if my entire body was merely an extension of my erection. I dried myself off and headed to the bedroom. On the bed I saw a fresh bambino nappy. Next to it some baby oil and powder. To my dismay, in the middle of the nappy was the new plug and some silicon lubricant. He came into the bedroom behind me and gently pushed me forward to the bed. Bending me forwards over it, I felt his hard cock push against my hole and then invade my inner cavity. He started fucking me roughly. This time he really went for it. Hard and fast. Pummelling my hole and insides before thrusting balls-deep and shooting again and again into my bowels. He stayed in me for some time and I could feel his dick gradually beginning to soften. Then it pulsed and I felt hot liquid as he relieved himself. He pulled out and turned me over, laying me onto my back on top of the nappy. A little liquid seeped out of me onto the nappy as I desperately tried to hold my hole closed. He lubricated the plug and started working it into me. "Get used to this - it's staying in overnight", he said. After a few moments, it popped in and the muscles clamped around it, holding in his cum and piss. Then he rubbed a copious amount of baby oil over my nappy area before applying powder. It felt weird, but parts of me were showing that I was secretly enjoying this treatment - my hard-on had yet to subside. He fastened the nappy on me and we went back to the living room. "We're going to go out shortly", he said, "so put your t-shirt and dungarees on again". I looked at him, surely he wasn't intending me to put those back on - I had wet them. "Go on", he said, "fetch your t-shirt and put it on". I went back and collected my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. The wet parts were all around the bottom of the t-shirt, so I could feel the cold clammy material just above the warmth of my nappy. "Now the dungarees - but - before you do, I want to check that you have wet your nappy. It's been on for a few minutes already and I don't want to have to remind you that you must keep wetting". While I frantically tried to wet my nappy, he came over and slipped a hand down the front of it. "Hmm. Dry! Naughty nappyboy. Now wet it". With his hand holding my cage, it took a while to relax enough for me to piss. Eventually I did though and he removed his hand. "Remember - never hold it - always let it go. Nappied or not. Now put your dungarees on". I put them on, very aware of the wet patches. Before heading for a shower, he called the local pizza delivery place and ordered two pizzas and a large bottle of Fanta. We were going to head out for a very memorable Saturday night on the town ... -- Thanks for the wonderful comments. Please keep them coming - along with any suggestions too. Comments to nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk Also, please consider making a donation to Nifty. Great resources like this need money to keep them online. Thanks :)