Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2017 13:26:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike H Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 15 Hi everyone - back to the writing again at last. I hope you like this, the latest instalment - and yes, I know, it's taken a while - work gets in the way of a healthy fetish! Anyway, here it is. Before reading though, have you considered donating to Nifty. It needs donations to keep going, so if it keeps you going (wink, wink), then please help Nifty help you ... Thanks. As always, I love to hear from you - and will respond to emails. Especially if they give the odd suggestion or some constructive feedback. -- With a nervous lump in my throat, I opened the door to my parent's house. Instantly, a wall of sound hit me: my relatives were all chatting, music played in the background and the smell of a cooking Christmas dinner filled the air. My main thought was that at least with all the noise and smell, it would hide the fact that I was nappied. After a few minutes of general chatting and the usual greetings to the family members not usually encountered during the year, I managed to find a place to sit where I would get bombarded by the kids or have to stand, risking someone noticing an unusually large bulge around my crotch. The weird part being that with my jeans locked on and a cath causing a constant dribbling, I had no way of knowing how wet my nappy was getting. I never felt the need to piss with the cath in - my bladder would never fill with it lodged deeply inside me. I'd have to watch out for leaks and exit quickly if any appeared! I needed a plausible cover-story so I mentioned to several people that I was "on call over Christmas" and made a point of being unhappy about it. That, I thought, would at least give me a justifiable reason to disappear quickly should my nappy demand it. I'd been sat for about half an hour when I felt a buzz in my pocket. My `phone had received a `countdown message'. I grabbed my `phone and looked at the message: "Drink one pint of water now. Picture at start and finish. You have 5 minutes." The count-down was already at 4:18, so I'd better get a move on. Clearly He wanted me filling my nappy throughout my time with my family. I went to the kitchen and helped myself to a pint of water - subtly photographing it and uploading the pictures as instructed. With 2 minutes to spare, I got another message simply reading `Good'. Almost in response to that message, I felt a few buzzes from the `phone again - the new app showed I had messages. I opened up the app to see that my day count was now standing at 176. Not one person so far had voted to take time off my chastity period. As I watched, I saw the permanent chastity vote increase to 6. I also noticed a few comments had appeared: "Sharing this on Tumblr, wave goodbye to your cock", read the first. More comments, this time from Twitter: "Help this guy out. He needs our support at Christmas", read one. Next to it was a screen-shot of my cathed and caged cock with it dripping into my nappy. So I was already heading for a minimum of 6 months in chastity and this had only been online for a couple of hours. "You ok, love?" I hastily put my `phone away and looked at my mother. "Yes, fine thanks, why" "You're drinking water ..." "On yes, bit of a party last night, still recovering." Mother seemed satisfied and started busying herself around the kitchen. I helped a little before heading back to my safe-zone: the chair in the corner.Just before lunch, my cousin and his new boyfriend turned up. As soon as he walked into the room, I recognised him instantly as the assistant from the fetish shop. I felt myself starting to blush. He was introduced to all the people in the room by my cousin. "Hi everyone, this Is Carl ...." Carl looked around, acknowledging various greetings. As he looked at me, he tilted his head, then nodded and gave me a quick wink. Fuck. He recognised me. Mother called us at that point. Christmas lunch was laid out on the table. I sat in the corner and somehow Carl managed to get the seat next to me. Almost immediately, he reached under the tablecloth and felt my padded crotch. He gave it a quick squeeze and whispered "nice". Between the main and desert, the family always chats for a while to let the main course go down. Carl reached under the tablecloth again and tapped my nappy. Embarrassed, I put my hand down to see if I could move his hand off me. He instantly grabbed my hand and pulled it to his crotch. He'd taken his cock out of his pants and put my hand on it. His other hand grabbed my wrist and with the first handle curled my fingers round his erection and started gently using my hand to masturbate. I tried to gently pull away, but he immediately grabbed my hand tighter round the wrist. There was no way I'd get away will pulling without making it obvious something was going on. I gripped his cock properly and started pumping it without drawing attention to us. He smiled and with one hand still on my wrist pulled out his mobile `phone - within a couple of minutes, he had opened an app and he tilted the screen just enough that I could see my voting page with clear pictures of my cock. He opened his legs slightly so his thigh was against mine. Then he pressed the permanent chastity vote. My `phone vibrated in my pocket, With his leg against mine, he felt it too and smiled. "Thought so", he said quietly, "keep going or I might drop my `phone on the table". He removed his hand from my wrist. I had no choice but to keep the masturbation going now. He idly flicked through the pictures on the site before coming to those showing my cath and locked belt. He looked down and subtly pulled up the bottom of my sweatshirt. Seeing the lock, he grinned widely and then poured me a large glass of water. "In one", he said quietly, as he passed it to me. I shook my head and he started to drop the phone down a little. Realising I had no choice, I gulped down the water and he poured me another. As I drank that, I continued masturbating him until I felt his balls start to tighten. He pulled my hand off his cock and fastened his jeans up. Mother served the pudding. Immediately after the pudding, Carl gave me another glass of water and then passed me a coffee. My nappy was going to get hammered at this rate.After about another hour, I looked down and noticed a tiny wet patch on my right thigh. "Fuck", I muttered quietly. I pulled out my `phone and made a pretence of reading a message. "Sorry folks, I've got to go - work calls". Carl immediately picked up on it - "I can give you a lift if you want, my car's just outside" "No, it's fine thanks - I wouldn't want to pull you away from everything" "No no - I insist", said Carl, flipping his phone in his hand. "That's very kind of you", said my mother, "we'll see you before the new year, I hope", she continued, looking at me. "Yep - I'll pop over when work permits ...", I said sheepishly. I almost ran for the door and stepped outside. Carl hot on my heels. We climbed into Carl's car. As soon as he pulled off, he said "Take that stupid sweatshirt off, and your shoes and socks, throw them in the back. I did as I was told. Carl drove to a lay-by hidden from the road by a row of trees. "Right", he said, "let's finish off what you started in the house". With that, he opened his fly and said "Unlock your `phone, open your voting app and give it to me. Then you can suck me off or I'll share the site with your family. Get on with it ..." While I sucked him off, I could hear a few photo's being taken on my `phone. Presumably he was uploading them too. After a while, his balls tightened and I could feel him tense up. "Catch it all in your mouth and no swallowing yet", he said, as he shot what seemed a gallon of cum into my mouth. "Now open wide" He took a photo of my face, mouth wide open, his cum coating my tongue and pooled in my mouth. "Good", he said, "now swallow". Hi cum tasted sweet as I gulped it down. "Get out of the car, stand by that bush", he said, pointing to a large bush that would hide us from traffic on the road. I got out of the car and stepped gently, trying to avoid sharp stones and gravel. He came over to me and ran his hands across my onesie. "Shame we can't get you out of this - I'd like to see the state of that nappy", he said. He then ran his hands down my body before pushing hand past the belt into my jeans. When there, he squeezed my nappy, forcing more of my piss out of it and into my jeans. "Aww", he said, "you've wet your pants". He withdrew his hand. "Kneel down" I knelt. He stepped round to face me and pulled his cock out. Then he started pissing, covering my crotch. Ha aimed at the waist of my onesie, along the left line and then back to my crotch. Then he told me to open my mouth. In a single move, he pushed his cock into my mouth and carried on pissing. I drank as fast as I could, feeling the cold wet line where he'd pissed up the front of my onesie. When he finally finished, he took another set of photographs and uploaded them. He passed me my `phone back - the counters were going up steadily: 220 days and 18 votes - no reductions. "You see how good I am to you - helping you out at Christmas and all. Now I know how to get hold of you, I might have to call on you sometimes. You know, when I'm lonely, or horny! You'll be coming whenever I want, ok?" "I have a partner already", I said. "Yeah, I know. But as he's already invited me to your permanent chastity party when you visited the shop, I don't see that being a problem - do you?" Then he told me to go back to the car. He had a towel in a sports-bag and put that on the seat. "Happy Christmas", he said, "now where's your house?"