Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 17:39:07 +0100 (BST) From: Mike H Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 9 Thanks for your comments and support. I hope you enjoy this - and part 10, following shortly! -- The following morning, I awoke from an extremely sound sleep to the sound of my mobile vibrating. As I moved over to look at the `phone, I realised I had wet my bed. My nappies were so full that they had lost their integrity. Secretly, I loved the feeling of them between my legs - both nappies had reached the squishy phase. For a moment, I lost myself in the feeling and then the `phone vibrated again. I stopped the media player and grabbed my `phone. It was a text message from Him: "Picture now Nappboy" I pulled back the covers and took a photograph. Naturally, it showed the wet bed too. I sent the picture along with a message "I wet my bed last night! I think I overfilled my nappy". Almost immediately, I got a reply: "Excellent. Did you wake up?" "No, I did it while sleeping." Another reply: "Excellent. Pull back the covers and let it dry naturally. No washing it until I say. You need a reminder as to why you NEED your nappies, OK?" I replied "Ok" and wished I could masturbate. For some reason I was extremely horny and my caged cock was really compressed. A few moments later, I got a FaceTime call from Him. "Morning Nappyboy", he said, "let's have a look at your bed then!". I switched the camera to the one on the back of my `phone and scanned down my nappied body to the bed around me. "You understand why you're starting to need your nappies now Nappyboy?", he asked, "because you realise you're losing the ability to control your piss. Soon you will wet yourself without needing the hypnosis recordings, but you must listen to them whenever you can. Ok?" "Ok", I responded. "Good.", He replied, "now today's a dirty day for you. So, you can change your nappy for work, but not have a shower. I want you dirty today as a reminder that you're now a bed wetter too. I shall check later. Have a good day at work! ... Oh, and drink 3 litres of water. Photo of each. Do it now. You need to ask to change your nappy too - send me a picture when you think it needs changing." With that, he hung up. I went to the kitchen and filled a coke bottle with water. I took a photograph, sent it, then started drinking. Then I pissed myself before changing into a fresh nappy. I thought I had better empty myself before getting into the new nappy - especially given that I was drinking so much water. After drinking the rest of the water (and having sent the requisite proof to Him), I got dressed. I could smell the nappy and felt extremely dirty under my `normal' exterior. I headed for work. Part way there, I got a message from Him suggesting that I might want a large coffee on the way to work. I headed to Costa and bought a large Americano. I drank it as I walked the rest of the way to work. By the time I got there, I was already beginning to feel the need to piss again. Today was going to be one seriously wet day! It was a busy morning. Around 11am, I had cleared a mass of email and was suddenly aware that I was pissing myself. For a moment, I panicked and tried to stop. I say tried, but I failed. It was slightly frightening: I hadn't had the urge to piss, or any of the normal pressure on the bladder - I had simply started pissing. My nappy was soaking it up, but I tired to slow it down. It seemed that the more I tried to control it, the faster it flowed. I was petrified that my nappy would leak but, mercifully, it didn't. I was aware that flooding a nappy could cause absorbency problems and made a mental note to keep dribbling rather than waiting for it to build up. My mind was all over the place - I hadn't been aware that I was in need of a piss until it happened. Perhaps the hypnosis was affecting me during the day too! Just before lunch, I stood to go over the printer and felt my nappy sag. It was heavy and pretty full. I decided I needed to change. I collected my bag and went to the bathroom. I sent a text message along with a picture of my nappy asking for permission to change. Then, I sat on the toilet and waited for a reply. After (what seemed like) an age, I had a reply saying that I could change but must keep the old nappy for inspection. It's a real challenge changing a nappy in a public toilet. The cubicles don't lend themselves to nappy changes - and the noise echoes around the whole room. Part way through changing, someone came into the bathroom and I had to stop. The cold air combining with my smooth state and cage to emphasise my sub status. I heard the guy use the toilet and then wash his hands before hearing him exit through the door. I breathed a sigh of relief and finished changing. I put the old nappy in my bag noticing that the back pad wasn't completely soaked. For a moment or two, I considered running the taps and wetting the pad to make sure it was wet, but thought the better of it. Even though I hadn't used the toilet, I flushed it before opening the door - just in case someone else was in the room. I was hard in my cage again. Somehow, at a deep level, I must love being controlled this much, I thought. Just as I got to the bathroom door, I received a text message from Him: "I want you to bring your wet nappy for inspection at lunch time. Meet me at the pub". I immediately pissed my fresh nappy as best I could. I needed to make sure I was wet. I knew I would be in trouble if I hadn't used my nappy by the time I got to the pub. I was so hard my balls were aching and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the state of my nappy for the rest of the morning. At lunch time, I grabbed my bag and headed for the fetish pub we had visited before. He was already there, sitting at the bar. As I approached, he pointed to a tall glass - the first of several over the lunch-break. He certainly wanted me filling my afternoon nappy! As I sat down, he said (loudly enough for a couple further down the bar to hear), "have you already wet your nappy?" "Yes", I replied quietly. "Pardon" "Yes", I said louder. "Yes, what?", he asked. Blushing, I said more loudly, "Yes, I have wet my nappy". "Good", he said, "now let's see the one you filled this morning". I couldn't believe he wanted to check my used nappy in front of everyone at the bar. I unzipped the top of my bag and showed him inside it. "No, no", he said, "take it out and show me properly". I turned a bright red. "Here?", I asked. "Here. Now", he replied sternly. Then to ensure no-one was left in any doubt that he was in control of the situation, he commanded loudly, "show me you used nappy so I can check you didn't change too early!" I fished the nappy out of my bag and passed to to him. He pulled back a little and said, "I said `show me your nappy' - I don't want to touch it". I held it in front of me and opened it up, trying to ignore the gazes of the men around me. He looked at it before saying "that's not fully used. We shall have to deal with that later. Keep it with you because it will go on again this evening until you have filled it properly". I put it back in my back as quickly as I could. I could hear one of the guys behind me talking about my state - something to the effect of "I guess he'll be punished later". I hadn't noticed a box next to my drink. He motioned to it and said "I got you a present. Open it." "Thanks", I said, and grabbed the box - glad of anything to distract from the nappy. I opened the box and my heart sank. Inside was a butt-plug - somewhat larger than the big one I already had. "Go and put it in. I think it's just your size", He said with a smile. I went to the bathroom and realised I had no lube or anything to help me get the plug into me. After dropping my nappy in the cubicle, I started generating enough spit to get it wet. I heard footsteps and then I heard his voice. "Open the door - I have some lube for you". I fumbled at the lock and the door swung open. He stood there with the two guys that had been talking at the bar. I must have looked a real state: a wet nappy round my ankles, completely smooth, and cock straining in its cage while I had been trying to insert a plug in my distended hole. I grabbed the lube and went to close the door. He leant against the door, preventing me from closing it. "Come on", he said, "give them a little bit of a show - after all they had to see your dirty nappy earlier. They deserve a little pleasure!" With that, the two guys moved to get a better view while I ripped open the lube and smeared it over my hole and the plug. It was a large plug and took a while to work in. While I did, He and the two guys were talking about me ... "Yes", He said, "I keep him smooth as it prevents infections from his nappy. And I'm training him to become a total bottom - a real Nappyboy. I find it useful to extend control to cover all the basic functions - that way he knows he's mine. After all, what else can demonstrate control as well as a nappy? And it saves having to stop in the middle of a session - effectively, I have a long-term session that goes well beyond the time we have together". They had obviously asked a few questions before coming to see me installing the large plug in my ass. "By the way, he didn't use the last one properly - he changed it early. So if you're wanting to use his mouth while he plugs himself, please feel free". The nearer guy needed no additional invitation. He unpopped his jeans and a sizeable uncut cock bounced out - already hard. While I continued trying to work the large plug into my ass, I started sucking. I took his cock all the way down my throat until I felt his balls against my chin. Again and again I deep-throated him until I felt him start to tense up. He slammed his cock into my mouth dislodging me. I slipped and fell onto the plug, forcing it into my hole as he shot load after load into my throat. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to cope with the dual assault. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to make sure he was fully clean. My top, looking on, said "he drinks piss too, if you need to go, or you can go in his nappy when he puts it on". "Oh, right, ok", said the guy I was cleaning with my tongue. A few moments later, I felt a warm trickle in my mouth. It quickly became a stream and I had to drink quickly to prevent it from leaking out of my mouth and staining my work-shirt. Needless to say, the other guy was also turned on by seeing me blowing his friend, so I ended up repeating the scenario. This time, however, he pulled out after shooting his load. He indicated that I should pull my nappy up. As soon as it was back around my waist, he turned me round and pulled the back of the nappy open. A few moments later, I felt hot piss hitting my lower back and ass. He pissed for ages, and I started getting worried that my nappy wouldn't hold. Somehow, however, it did. When I had pulled my pants back, we went back to the bar and the two guys both bought me large drinks. Over the drinks, they discussed how the nappy made me more sub and my Top was extolling the virtues of nappies in a control situation. "It's a long-term Dom's dream", he said, "at the moment, he still has a little choice - I mean he case choose not to piss, but only for so long. Eventually, he WILL have to go. And he will fill his nappy. It's a great dynamic - you can see the whole state change. I'm removing the most basic things, under everyone's nose, and without most people knowing. Of course", he added, "I am extending that too - I'm using hypnosis to remove any control he thought he had and, because that will take a few weeks or months to complete, I'm having him catheterised at the weekend". "Hot", said one of the guys I had blown, "will the catheter conflict with the cage?" "Oh no", He said, "it helps it. Nappyboy has no real use for his cock now; it's caged and will remain that way. Nappyboy doesn't cum, does he?", He asked looking pointedly at me. "No", I replied, "Nappyboys don't cum". "See", he said, "you put a toppy sort of guy in a nappy and it changes how he thinks. It turns him completely sub - the nappy doest that, the catheter will make sure he has to use his nappy. Let's face it, Christmas is coming soon and I don't want him visiting his family and thinking he can get away without being controlled. The catheter will force him to wear a nappy, the cage will prevent him from playing with himself and he will be completely smooth to remind him of his state whenever he sees his ankle, body or arms. Total control!" I hadn't considered Christmas or other family events and suddenly realised how much was about to change. After all, it was only a couple of days until the catheter was going in ... "Right now", He continued, "he thinks he has a choice about when he chooses to fill that nappy he's wearing", he smiled, "imagine how that will change when we have him catheterised, or when the hypnosis has taken hold. He'll gradually fill it all the time. Then it's my choice as to whether to let him change or not ... it extends my control to every single aspect of his life: work, rest and play"! Now I understood the full implications of what was heading my way at the weekend. Part of me was reeling from the thought that I would have to wear a nappy when visiting my parents or friends, but my cock was already straining at the cage - it was clearly excited at the prospect of being totally controlled, even if it wouldn't be cumming for the foreseeable future. -- Nifty needs your donations to keep things running. Please consider donating to keep this great resource alive.