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Tricked into Nappies Part 3. My Continuing
Auntie Caroline walked me towards the living
room, my nappy in full view now that my dress had been
shortened. This new thicker nappy hung much lower
between my legs and the shiny plastic outer layer
slipped back and forth against my skin as I waddled. As
I got to the door my heart stopped, there, sitting on
the floor setting up a game of Mousetrap was Jessie.
At sight of her I gasped, and immediately felt
the blood rush to my face. I was mortified. I had only
known Jessie for a couple of hours, and for those
wonderful moments in the tent I felt really happy, and I
had hoped that I could keep my secret from her, but now,
within minutes of her coming round to see me, she would
be seeing me dressed as the baby girl I had become, with
a little blue dress and a huge white shiny nappy.
Hurriedly I stepped back out of the doorway.
“Whats wrong sweetie?” Said Auntie Caroline. “I
thought you'd be pleased to see Jessie here?”
“I am,” I replied, my hands desperately pulling
down the hem of my dress. “ but... can't I wear... I
mean... I don't want to...
Auntie Caroline stopped me in mid stammer.
“Don't be a silly baby,” she said.
“But please Auntie!” I cried. “Please let me
wear some shorts, I don't want to be a baby any...
“Tia!” She snapped. “i'm not going over this
anymore. You ARE still a baby, and babies have to wear
nappies and that's the end of it. You're lucky you're
wearing a dress at all to be honest after your exploits
I looked up at her longingly, remembering the
spanking i'd had earlier. Auntie Caroline continued...
“I meant what I said after I spanked you today... From
now on, whenever you are at home, except for special
occasions, or if I think you deserve it, your nappy must
be clearly visible at all times... and that means no
shorts or trousers, no dresses unless they've been
shortened, just your nappy and what ever top I put on
you, do you understand? I'm only letting you wear this
dress now because I wanted to try it on you and I knew
that Jessie was here. So do you want me to take off your
I looked at the floor and shook my head. “No, I
didn't think so, She continued. “So let's not have
anymore silliness please!”
I sighed in defeat and tentatively approached
the doorway. Auntie Caroline placed her hand on my
bottom and gave me a gentle push forwards. My nappy
rustled so loudly that Jessie turned around as I walked
into the room.
“I thought you could play some games in here
together.” Auntie Caroline announced with a smile in her
Jessie looked up at me and smiled. I felt
incredibly pleased to see her but also unbelievably
embarrassed, and my quickly reddening face must have
given it away immediately.
“Do you wanna play Mousetrap with me?” Jessie
asked. I was so dumbstruck with her casual reaction and
my own embarrassment that all I could do was nod.
“I'll leave you two to play in here while I go
and make some treats, ok?” Said Auntie Caroline in a
“Thank you.” Said Jessie politely.
I crouched down next to Jessie to watch her set
up the game and cringed when my nappy rustled loudly as
I sat down to get comfortable. My new nappy rustled
constantly with each tiny movement I made, it was
impossible to ignore, but Jessie didn't say a word. That
was the amazing thing, she didn't comment at all, from
the moment I walked into the living room she didn't say
anything about my appearance or treat me any
But that didn't stop me from feeling incredibly
self conscious. There was no escaping my nappy. There's
no way on earth Jessie wouldn't have noticed it, even
without the loud rustling and crinkling it made, my
dress was cut so short that even while standing straight
it only covered the top inch at most, and when I sat
down there was nothing to cover my nappy at all, and the
bulge of my nappy hung down so low between my legs that
I don't think even my original dresses would have hidden
it. That part of my nappy was so wide and thick, it was
in constant contact with the insides of my legs, I could
feel it's plastic surface slipping and sliding against
my skin at all times so it was impossible for me to
For a while It was very difficult to relax,
even with Jessie, I was so glad she had come round to
play, but it was nye on impossible to concentrate on the
game. Jessie on the other hand did genuinely seem
oblivious to it and never once asked me why I was
wearing a nappy, and this in turn made me wonder why.
Surely she must be wondering? I thought.
After we had had a couple of goes at Mousetrap,
Jessie, sensing my discomfort suggested another game.
“Shall we play something else?” She asked, her
pretty face smiling at me.
“OK.” I said quietly.
“What would you like to play?” She asked.
I sat there in a daze, trying to think of
something we could play but my mind wasn't focussed on
games, it was filled with questions. Why hadn't Jessie
commented on my nappy? Had Auntie Caroline told her
about me? And if so, how much? My mind was spinning.
Just then, Auntie Caroline walked into the room carrying
a plate of chocolate brownies.
“How about I put a dvd on for you?” She said,
setting the plate down onto a nearby coffee table.
Jessie looked at me for an answer. I nodded,
still not able to find any words. Jessie then got up and
stood by the shelf, hurriedly looking through the
selection of DVDs.
“How about 'Tom & Jerry'?” She said excitedly,
waving the box around in front of her.
“OK.” I said, my spirits lifting a little at
the sight of Jessie's excitement.
Jessie handed the DVD to Auntie Caroline and
asked her politely to put in on. Auntie Caroline slipped
the disc into the machine before going back into the
kitchen to get us some drinks.
Just as the DVD began to play, Jessie suggested
that we sit on the sofa to watch it. I got up and sat
next to her, wishing the ground would swallow me up as
my nappy once again rustled loudly with each tiny move
that I made. And still Jessie said nothing about it.
After about five minutes, Auntie Caroline came
in with our drinks, she passed a glass of juice to
Jessie and to my horror passed me a babies bottle for
me. I looked up at her with pleading eyes.
“Can I have a glass too Auntie?” I said softly,
trying not to draw too much attention to myself.
“No Tia,” Came the reply. “You're too young to
have a glass, and make sure you drink it all please.”
I flopped back onto the sofa with the bottle in
my hand and felt like crying. I really wanted to protest
at the injustice of it all, but I reminded myself that I
had to be good if I was to be dressed as a boy again,
and making a fuss with Jessie next to me would not only
create a bad atmosphere, but would emphasize to Jessie
that I was enduring some kind of punishment, which in
turn would make her wonder about me, and I was
determined that our friendship would not suffer from my
ordeal... I had to make out that this regime was in some
way normal for me, but with constant embarrassing
intrusions from Auntie Caroline and Sandy, this was a
very difficult thing to do. But I was determined,
nothing what so ever was going to spoil my afternoon
with Jessie. But ahead of me was a whole heap of ordeals
to cope with.
I was so mixed up with different emotions. I
was really glad that Jessie and I were spending time
together, I had only known her for a few hours but I
really enjoyed her company, and yet at the same time I
felt so incredibly embarrassed and humiliated being
dressed and treated like a baby in her presence.
After a few episodes of Tom & Jerry my spirits
were lifting again, and although my nappy was still
impossible to ignore, I did enjoy sitting next to Jessie
while we watched TV together. Jessie didn't seem at all
curious as to why I was drinking from a babies bottle
either, and I soon found myself starting to relax and
think less about why she was showing no signs of
curiosity towards me. In fact, her total lack of
curiosity began to make me feel very much at ease.
But of course, as was the way of things, my
ease was soon interrupted again when Auntie Caroline
came in to check on me.
“Oh Tia!” She said, making me jump a little.
“You've got chocolate all over your new dress!”
I looked down as she began to brush it off. It
didn't seem that much... just a few crumbs from the
brownies but Auntie Caroline was making quite a fuss,
and I began to feel nervous for Jessie. The last thing I
wanted was for her to feel awkward.
Auntie Caroline took hold of my hands and
pulled me up off the sofa. At first I thought she was
just going to clean it off but when I heard the familiar
command “Arms up!” and saw her grab the hem of my dress
and begin to pull it up I shuddered with fear.
Amazingly I didn't protest or say a word as my
dress was lifted up over my head, but inside I was
nearly fainting with shame and humiliation. Even though
my dress didn't hide my nappy in any way, it was a
psychological thing... all the time I was wearing
something else, there was a distraction. But now that my
dress was gone, only my nappy and socks remained,
leaving me standing there feeling totally vulnerable and
exposed, and deeply ashamed. I could have cried I was so
humiliated. And just to increase my shame even further,
Auntie Caroline produced a babies dummy and popped it
into my mouth. The soft latex nipple filled my mouth as
I involuntarily sucked on it.
I was too embarrassed and ashamed to
acknowledge or even to look at Jessie as I got back on
the sofa and retook my place next to her, so I focussed
on the TV instead. I didn't want to catch her looking at
me because that might spark up a conversation about why
I was wearing a nappy, but yet again, Jessie didn't seem
at all curious, and after a few more cartoons I slowly
began to relax once more.
And then it seemed that fate would now take a
turn at interrupting my afternoon...but this time it
wasn't Auntie Caroline or Sandy that was the problem it
was me, or my bladder to be precise. I started to feel
the need to pee. My hands became slightly sweaty at the
thought of wetting my nappy in Jessie's presence, so I
concentrated all my efforts to suppress it. Luckily I
had the cartoons to distract me, and also, over the past
few weeks I had got quite good at holding it back, which
in normal circumstances was a waste of time because we
all know that it will happen eventually, but this time
was slightly different because I had a goal not to wee
until Jessie had gone home. I tried not to wriggle my
legs too much but I was fidgeting quite a bit, which of
course made my nappy constantly rustle, but again,
Jessie didn't seem to mind.
But still my embarrassing ordeals continued...
It seemed that each and every time I began to feel a
little more relaxed, something would happen to instantly
re-affirm my status as a baby. It was almost as if
Auntie Caroline and Sandy were watching me, and planning
embarrassing, shame inducing ordeals the moment it
seemed that I was becoming relaxed.
The next ordeal after I was given my dummy, was
a nappy check. I had slipped back on the sofa until I
was almost lying down, my thick shiny nappy clearly
visible now that my dress had been removed, when Sandy
entered the lounge and walked over to me. She knelt down
in front of me and casually slipped her fingers under
the leg elastic of my nappy. I moaned and wriggled with
displeasure as her intruding fingers felt around inside
my nappy, making it rustle loudly in the process, my
face yet again glowed red with shame. But that was to
pail into insignificance compared to the next ordeal I
had to endure.
The Tom & Jerry cartoons had finished and
Auntie Caroline had asked us if we wanted to watch a
Disney film. Once again Jessie got girlishly excited and
sprang up from the sofa to choose one from the
selection. And a short while later we were snuggled on
the huge sofa watching 'The Jungle Book'. After about
half an hour, Sandy came into the room and knelt down on
the floor a few feet away from me. In her hand was a
tube of antiseptic cream and a pair of latex disposable
gloves. She set them on the floor next to her and
beckoned me over.
“Come here please Tia, I want to examine you.”
My heart immediately leapt up in my chest,
pounding erratically. The horror of it filled my mind in
seconds and I began to shake visibly. I looked at Sandy
pleadingly, desperate to be rescued from this
humiliation. Sandy just patted the floor in front her
nonchalantly. “come on.” She said.
I was on the verge of tears, how could this be
happening to me? How cruel it was to be treated in this
way, right in front of Jessie. I felt retched and
ashamed as I reluctantly climbed off the sofa, my huge
cumbersome nappy crinkling and rustling loudly as I
awkwardly made my way over to where Sandy was kneeling.
What must Jessie be thinking I wondered as Sandy
instructed me to lie down in front of her. I wanted the
floor to swallow me up, to hide me from this
I sat myself down on the carpet in front of her
and opened my legs, then I inched forward until my feet
were either side of her.
“Good girl.” She said as she spread my legs a
little further apart, making my nappy rustle again.
I rested my head on the carpet in defeat,
trying desperately to fight the tears as Sandy reached
forward and gingerly began to pull at the tapes of my
nappy with her slender fingers, as if she was opening a
neatly wrapped present.
I closed my eyes and sucked hard on my dummy as
one by one I felt the tapes release and my nappy loosen.
Any moment now my most secret places would be exposed,
seen by prying eyes and probed by curious fingers. I
wriggled and kicked and squirmed with embarrassment as
Sandy very gently pulled the nappy open, revealing my
nakedness. The air felt cool against my skin after the
hot and cumbersome nappy. Sandy pulled the nappy down to
the floor and flattened it out, the sweet scent of baby
powder filling the air.
I don't ever remember feeling so violated and
exposed. To have to lay on the floor and be undressed
right in front of Jessie was so cruel and degrading. To
have my nappy pulled open revealing my private parts
without any say, to be man-handled like a doll against
my will, to be forced to have a babies dummy in my
mouth, all these things created such an overwhelming
sense of violation, degradation and shame. It was all
too much to comprehend and I began to cry.
“Ssshh,” Said Sandy as she began her
preparations. “it's ok Tia don't cry, I just want to
check on you sweetie. I won't hurt you.”
I opened my eyes briefly to see what was
happening and saw Sandy slipping her hands into the
latex gloves. I rested my head back down onto the carpet
and closed my eyes trying to block out the torment.
Tears ran down my cheeks as Sandy gently took hold of my
ankles and brought my legs up towards me, exposing my
bottom to her gaze. I felt her soft touch around my most
inner bottom, probing and touching, then carefully
opening me further with her fingers.
Then as if my torment couldn't get any worse, I
heard movement coming from the sofa and realized with
absolute horror that Jessie was coming over to join
Sandy for a closer look.
“Is Tia alright?” She asked timidly, as Sandy
continued her probing.
“Yes she's fine Sweetie,” Replied Sandy, “she
just has a little soreness here, so I need to put some
cream on it to make it better.”
I squirmed and kicked even more as the two of
them discussed me, as if I was a baby who couldn't
“Is it because Tia wears nappies?” asked Jessie
softly, adding to my torment.
“It could be,” Said Sandy as she squeezed some
cream onto her gloved finger. “babies can sometimes get
nappy rash there, but as long as we look after her
she'll soon be better.”
“My baby brother wears nappies,” Continued
Jessie as she watched Sandy's handiwork with interest. “
he's three. Mummy lets me help sometimes when she's
“Well maybe you can help me with Tia one day?”
Sandy then opened up my inner bottom again with
her slender fingers, gently stretching me open so that
she could apply the cream with her other hand. The cream
was very cold and I flinched as Sandy slowly and
delicately applied it to my skin.
“It's ok Tia, Just relax,” She said softly.
But how could I relax? Here I was, a teenage
boy, totally naked, lying on the living room floor,
sucking a dummy and having my bottom probed in front of
my new best friend. It was an insane situation.
After Sandy had finished, she brought the nappy
back up between my legs and re-fastened the tapes. Then
she took my hands and pulled me up to a standing
position. I looked down at the top of her head as she
began her usual inspections of my nappy... pulling,
tugging and re-adjusting it before patting my bottom
through the plastic and giving me a kiss on my tummy. It
was at this point that it all became too much. I had had
to endure moment after moment of embarrassing and
degrading ordeals, when all I wanted to do was spend
quality time with Jessie, and then It seemed that the
love and affection that Sandy had shown me was
emotionally the tipping point and I burst into tears.
Sandy pulled me down onto her lap and cuddled me as I
cried. I squeezed her tightly and sobbed, my nappy
rustling loudly as she gently rocked me.
“I think Baby's tired.” She said, more to
herself than anyone else.
Sandy stood up and I clung on to her as tight
as I could, burying my face into her slender neck as if
to hide from the nightmare. Sandy informed Jessie that I
was to be put to bed and that she could come round again
whenever she wanted. Then she carried me up the stairs
and into my nursery.
Sandy Gently lowered me into my cot and placed
a blanket over me. Then she placed my giant teddy next
to me. I grabbed hold if it and cuddled it tightly as
the tears and sobs continued.
It appeared to me that things were dramatically
changing for me with lightning speed around this time. I
was about three weeks into my Baby regime, and within a
matter of days I was already wearing dresses, I was
referred to as a girl, my name had been changed, (Which
I must confess I actually liked better than my real
name.) and I had become friends with the girl next
door... quite a difference from a young, shy, comic
loving teenage boy.
It's strange, but before all this happened,
when I was just a normal kid living with my parents, I
had always found it difficult to get on with other
children of my age. I didn't make friends very easily at
all, but now, as I find myself living the life of a baby
girl, I become good friends with Jessie.
This thought pulsed through my mind as I lay
there in my cot the next morning. I realized that Jessie
was the first thing I thought about when I woke up and
it was a happy thought. I didn't regard her as a
girlfriend in the adult sense, even though I thought she
was really pretty, but a companion, a true friend. In
any normal circumstance, I should be totally embarrassed
and mortified to see her again after the events of
yesterday... having to endure a bottom examination and
being seen dressed in nappies at my age, but not a bit
of it. I couldn't wait to see her again.
I cuddled my teddy and rolled over onto my
side, sighing contentedly. But then the balloon of
happiness burst as I felt my enormous nappy between my
legs and reality came flooding back, and all my happy
thoughts disappeared. My nappy felt warm and heavy. I
didn't really notice it at the time, but I was now
wetting my nappy every night.
Over the course of the next few days, things
began to settle into more of a routine, there were no
more shocking surprises, no major turn of events. Jessie
came round to see me most days. We would play board
games and watch TV together, and as luck would have it,
each time I needed a nappy change it was while she was
back home having lunch. I did have to endure the
occasional check on my bottom, and one day Jessie was
asked to leave early because I had to go to bed, but
because I was a lot happier I accepted my fate without
complaint, and this in turn led to a reward. As
promised, Auntie Caroline agreed to let me wear boys
clothes again the next time I left the house. I was
still to be called Tia, and I was still not allowed to
wear anything over my nappy while at home but it was a
So you can imagine my excitement when one
afternoon an opportunity arose... I was in the middle of
a game of Battleships with Jessie in the playroom when
Auntie Caroline came in and informed Jessie that she had
to go home now because I was to be bathed. My heart sank
as Jessie put down her pencil and got up to go. And
then, just as she was slipping her shoes on, she asked
Auntie Caroline if I would be allowed to go round to her
house the next day to play. I looked up excitedly at
Auntie Caroline and gave her my cutest smile.
“Pleeeeease Auntie!” I pleaded.
“We'll see,” She said smiling back at me. “if
you continue to be good i'll consider it.”
I jumped up and down with excitement as Jessie,
smiling broadly made her way down the hall towards the
door, my nappy rustling loudly as I followed.
As soon as the door closed, Auntie Caroline
took my hand and led me up the stairs towards the
nursery. As we passed the bathroom I saw Sandy preparing
my bath. She was leaning over the bath tub, testing the
warmth of the water, a huge high mound of foaming
bubbles was bobbing up and down as the water gushed out
of the taps filling the room with steam.
Auntie Caroline led me over to the changing
table and lifted me up on to it, I instinctively laid
down and opened my legs for her.
“Good Girl Tia.” She said as she reached down
and began to pull at the tapes of my nappy. Once my
nappy was unfastened I lifted my bottom ready for Auntie
Caroline to pull it from under me. Auntie Caroline
smiled down at me. “you really are being a good baby for
me aren't you?” She said, and she gave my cheek a little
I felt a warm flush of affection towards Auntie
Caroline as she praised me, and then I did something
completely unbelievable... I began to suck my thumb! I
had never ever done that before in my life, but for
reasons beyond my comprehension, I just suddenly did it.
I think looking back now, it must have been a little
moment when my regression into a baby suddenly took a
step nearer. I was being treated like a baby so
constantly that I was very slowly, 'Bit-by-bit'
beginning to pick up the mannerisms and the attitude of
a baby. But at the time I was totally unaware of it.
Auntie Caroline lifted me off of the changing
table and led me naked towards the bathroom. With a well
aimed pat on my bare bottom, she instructed me to climb
in. Goosebumps grew on my legs and arms as I sank down
into the warm soapy water. Auntie Caroline waited for me
to get comfortable before she picked up a flannel and
proceeded to bathe me. As she did so she spoke warmly of
how she was going to look after me.
“Oh this is so nice,” She continued. “ I love
looking after you. You're my baby now and I'm going to
take such good care of you. I'm going to do everything
for you so you will be kept safe.”
As she said this she was lovingly washing me
with the flannel, almost caressing me with it. She
seemed so warm and loving towards me, something I wasn't
used to back home. My parents never showed me any warmth
or tenderness, and Auntie Caroline's attitude towards me
now made me feel very safe and comfortable.
Auntie Caroline smiled sweetly as she
continued. “And after I have bathed you, I will dry you
thoroughly with a big fluffy towel, and then I will
powder your pretty little bottom and put you in a nice
clean nappy, and then after that I have a very special
treat for you, something that I have been practicing”.
A slight feeling of trepidation flowed through
me as those words sunk in. What could she mean? I
studied her face as she bathed me. She was smiling
contentedly as she worked the flannel around my body.
Then I noticed something different about her. I suddenly
noticed her breasts looked different. They were much
more pronounced through her blouse than usual. She was
wearing a white silk blouse that was tucked into her
skirt, pulling the material tight across her large firm
breasts, and I could see their soft round shape really
clearly through the thin silk. And then it dawned on
me... she wasn't wearing a bra! And then I noticed
something else... there was a little damp patch on her
blouse right where her nipple was pressed against it.
Once I was out of the bath, Auntie Caroline
wrapped a huge fluffy towel around me and began to dry
me. My body jerked as she patted and rubbed. Then she
took my hand and led me back to the nursery. There
seemed to be a hint of impatience in her step as she led
me over to the changing table as if she was in a hurry
to do something else.
I lay there on the changing table as Auntie
Caroline began her now very familiar routine.
First she carefully and slowly administers a
baby wipe around my bottom and between my legs, wiping
and cleaning, making sure she's covered every part of
me. Then she squeezes some nappy rash cream onto her
finger and smears some around my inner bottom. Then she
picks up the huge baby powder bottle and twists the cap,
releasing a small puff of baby powder into the air. Then
with the bangles on her wrist jingling she sprinkles a
liberal amount of powder all over my private parts and
around my bottom. The sweet smell fills the room as a
fine rain of powder settles onto me.
Then she takes a fresh disposable nappy and
opens it out, the nappy rustling and crinkling loudly as
she places it on the changing table between my legs and
spreads it out with her hands. I instinctively lift my
bottom and wait for Auntie Caroline to slide it under me
before lowering my bottom again. Then I spread my legs
as wide as I can so she can bring the nappy up between
them. The huge bulky nappy fills the gap between my legs
as it is pulled up and over my private parts, covering
them at last.
Then in one quick motion, she expertly pulls
the side flaps of the nappy around to the front, tucking
the front under it with her other hand, pulls the two
ends together tightly and secures the ends together with
the tapes. The nappy rustles as she presses her fingers
down to make them stick. Then she does the same to the
other side and I feel the huge nappy wrap around me,
enveloping me in its thick padding.
Then I lie there, helpless and vulnerable on
top of the changing table, feeling like a proper baby
now that my nappy is on, fidgeting and squirming, trying
to get accustomed to the thickness of it around me. I
can feel the intrusion of the nappy between my legs,
forcing them apart with its mass of padding. The
slippery sides slipping and sliding against my skin as I
wriggle my legs. The masses of padding under my bottom
pressing softly against me.
All the while Auntie Caroline is fiddling and
adjusting my nappy, pulling at the tapes to make sure
they're stuck down, running her fingers around the
elastic of the leg holes, pulling at the waist band
making my body jerk once more. Sounds of rustling and
smells of baby powder fill the room. Auntie Caroline is
clearly at her happiest when she's changing my nappy.
She always has a broad smile on her face, and seems to
revel in my humiliation too.
It's amazing how many emotions you experience
when your having to endure a nappy change as a teenager.
As a baby of course you don't know any different. But as
a teenager, you know exactly what's going on. To have
your independence taken away like that, to be regressed
against your will, to be dressed, bathed, fed and
treated as a baby is so degrading and humiliating.
When that moment comes when you're informed
that you are going to have a nappy change the first
emotion you feel is a sense of impending dread at
knowing that any moment now you will be undressed, just
like a doll. That you will have your clothes removed
until you are naked. Then, while you are being
undressed, you feel a sense of violation, that someone
is physically removing your clothes against your will.
Then you feel embarrassment as the last item is
removed and you lie there naked and exposed. Your first
instinct is to cover yourself, to look away or to close
your eyes, as if that will block out the nightmare.
Embarrassment then changes to humiliation, as
you are cleaned and powdered, and you realize that the
person changing you is able to look at your most
intimate parts. And with this realization comes the
sense that because they can see these most sacred of
places, and that they have total access to them, that
somehow they now own you... You belong to them, and they
can do whatever they want to you.
Then once you're cleaned and prepared, those
feelings of impending dread re-appear, because you know
that any second now you will be wearing a nappy. A nappy
is such a symbol of all things babyish. It's an enormous
badge of shame which screams BABY at everyone who can
see it. It symbolizes submission, it informs everyone
that here is a person who has to be cared for, that they
can't do the most basic things themselves. There is no
other item of clothing that is as obtrusive as a huge
cumbersome nappy. It rustles loudly with every move,
it's bulkiness makes it impossible to walk without
waddling, it's bright and shiny and is impossible to
ignore. And as soon as you're wearing it, you feel like
a baby. For you know that only babies wear them,
therefore... you are a baby. So you have two choices...
you either accept it, or fight it.
And for a long time I did fight it. But this
time, when Auntie Caroline had fastened the tapes and
was smiling down at me, a little part of me felt safe
and secure. I felt looked after, that Auntie Caroline
was going to take care of me, that she was providing all
my needs and keeping me safe. And it was then, that I
started to feel a love for her, a motherly love. And
looking back at it now, I think that that was exactly
what Auntie Caroline was waiting for. It was all part of
her grand plan to make me her baby, ever since I came
into her life when I visited with my parents all those
weeks ago. She knew what she wanted and she had
meticulously planned every stage. She knew that
eventually she would break me down and with enough time
and effort and trickery she would have what she
craved... Me as her willing baby!
But my transition into a willing baby took lots
of twists and turns. Right now I felt soppy and babyish
and almost content, but it didn't take much for me to be
reminded that this was all against my will, that I was
really a teenager and didn't deserve to be regressed and
kept in nappies. I still had moments of clarity, little
remnants of fight still left in me, and it was only a
few more minutes after my nappy change that one of these
moments would come along.
Auntie Caroline sat me up and left me there on
the changing table while she went to the wardrobe. She
came back with what looked like a shiny white T-shirt.
In fact, it turned out to be a cross between a Babies
Bib and a T-shirt. It was made of white cotton but with
a plastic outer layer, it rustled slightly, (though not
as much as my nappy), and was very short.
“Auntie has got you some nice new tops to wear
Tia,” She exclaimed excitedly. “they're called “Baby
Ts”, you can wear these when you're home, it means you
don't have to worry about spilling anything because they
I lifted my arms instinctively as she slipped
it over my head and pulled it down. It stopped just
short of my nappy of course. Then she lifted me off of
the changing table.
“Now off you go downstairs,” She said, patting
my bottom. “ wait for me in the living room sweetie,
i'll be down in a minute to feed you.”
I awkwardly made my way to the stairs knowing
that Auntie Caroline was watching me. My huge nappy
making it so difficult to walk, and the rustling even
louder now that I was wearing my Baby T.
I grabbed my fluffy teddy bear and sat on the
floor to watch TV. I leaned back against the sofa,
placed my thumb in my mouth and snuggled up to my teddy.
A few minutes later I caught sight of Auntie Caroline
out of the corner of my eye. She was standing in the
doorway smiling at me.
“Oh Tia, you look so adorable!” She said
lovingly. “I could eat you all up. Although you
shouldn't suck your thumb sweetie, it might be dirty.
Where's your dummy?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed that I was caught
acting like a baby by myself I took my thumb from my
mouth and looked around me pretending to look for my
dummy. Auntie Caroline turned off the television and
turned back round to face me.
“Now then Tia,” She said. She was building up
to something and I wasn't sure I was going to like it.
“it's time for your milk, but I have a treat for you.
Sandy and I feel that ordinary milk, although it is good
for you, is not as good for you as 'Mummies Milk”, so
i've been using a special gadget to make it so that I
can feed you from my breast like a proper baby.”
My heart leapt up in my chest and my mouth went
dry as she continued. “So from now on i'm going to be
breast feeding you regularly.”
“No Auntie, please!!” I replied shakily. “I
don't think I want to.”
“No Tia,” She said commandingly as she took a
seat on the sofa. “babies need to be fed properly and
looked after. Now come over here please.”
I turned and stared at the blank television
screen not able to move, trying to comprehend what was
happening. “Tia?” She repeated. Patting the space on the
sofa next to her.
“But I don't want to Auntie,” I pleaded,
turning back round to face her. “Please! Can't I have a
“No Tia,” Replied Auntie Caroline. “You can
have a bottle later if you're good, now come along
Sweetie, remember our agreement... I won't let you wear
boys clothes to Jessie's tomorrow if you don't do as
I reluctantly stood up and sighed in defeat, my
head bowed in shame. “Please Auntie. Do I have to?” I
“Yes Tia,” She replied warmly, patting her lap
with her hands. “come and lie here for me, there's a
My limbs felt like they were wading through
treacle as I slowly approached her, I couldn't believe
what was about to happen. By the time I had reached the
sofa Auntie Caroline had started to un-button the front
of her blouse. I awkwardly climbed up onto the sofa in
front of her, not really knowing what position to get
into. Auntie Caroline had now un-buttoned her blouse
down to her naval revealing a huge cleavage, her large
round breasts almost in full view. My huge nappy rustled
even louder as I crawled onto the sofa next to her and
shuffled around to find a comfortable position.
Auntie Caroline unfastened the last button and
pulled her blouse right open, revealing her breasts
completely. Then she slipped her blouse over her
shoulders and pulled it right off, placing it on the
Then she instructed me to lie on my back and
place my head in her lap. My nappy rustled loudly again
as I twisted onto my back, placing my feet on the arm of
the sofa before lying back. I felt Auntie Caroline's
hand under my head as I lowered myself down onto her
lap, her huge breasts just millimetres away from my
The moment had come. My heart was pounding
heavy in my chest. Auntie Caroline slipped her free hand
under her right breast and lifted it slightly. Then at
the same time raised my head with her other hand and
guided my lips towards her nipple. I moaned softly with
displeasure as her nipple touched my lips.
“It's ok Sweetie,” She whispered softly. “just
open your mouth, that's it.”
I reluctantly parted my lips and took her huge
nipple into my mouth. It was warm and hard, and was
already dripping with milk. I wriggled my legs and
moaned in protest as I began to suckle, my nappy and
Baby T constantly rustling. “there's a good Baby.” She
I can't tell you how humiliated I felt. In
those few weeks since my baby regime had started, I had
had to endure so many humiliating experiences, but this
one was right up there! Here I was, a teenager in
nappies, being breast fed by my Aunt. I squirmed and
wriggled and kicked as I continued to suckle. Then I did
something really babyish... I spread my legs wide and
brought my knees back and raised my feet in the air,
just like a real baby does when its lying on its back.
It must have been another 'Baby Mannerism' that I had
involuntarily picked up due to my constant treatment as
a baby. A bit like sucking my thumb or cuddling my
teddy... These things were creeping into my psyche
without me realizing it.
So now that I had involuntarily adopted the
stance of a baby with my legs parted, Auntie Caroline
took the opportunity to examine my nappy more closely
while I was feeding. These newer nappies I was now kept
in, were designed to be extremely bulky in the area
between my legs, which was one of the reasons why it was
so difficult to walk while wearing one. That part of the
nappy came down almost halfway to my knees and is much
wider there than ordinary nappies. They constantly
rubbed against the insides of my legs, but after a
couple of hours of wear, with constant leg movements and
the help of gravity, it looses a bit of it's 'Puffiness'
because some of the air has been squeezed out, and as a
result the nappy hangs a little lower and becomes a
The huge bulk of padding between my legs looked
like a shiny white mountain, stretching up high from the
leg elastic as I laid there on my back, Auntie Caroline
casually let go of her breast, reached down and began to
pull and adjust my nappy, paying close attention to the
The area around the legs had a thin ruffled
layer of plastic that looks similar to a lace trim on a
pair of women's panties, and it was this area that
Auntie Caroline was concentrating on. She gently pulled
and fiddled with it, slipping her fingers underneath it
and running her fingers around the rim of the leg holes
from one end to the other. Then she slipped her fingers
further inside to check if I was dry, snapping the
elastic back as she slipped her fingers back out,
releasing a small puff of baby powder as she did so.
(She always covered me in liberal amounts of powder).
I moaned softly in protest as Auntie Caroline
continued to prod and fiddle with my nappy, making it
rustle loudly as she pulled and adjusted it.
Annoyed with the intrusion of her probing
fingers I closed my legs, and leaning slightly more onto
my side, involuntarily took hold of her other breast
with my hand and continued to suckle, my nose buried
deep into the smooth skin of her breast. But this
adjustment in my position just made Auntie Caroline
switch her examinations to the nappy around my bottom.
She gently stroked and patted my nappy with an heir of
someone who is totally happy and content.
I adjusted my position again, leaning right
over onto my side now, I brought my knees up and curled
up into a ball like a cat and nuzzled my nose further
into her breast to take in more of her nipple. My
fingers gently squeezing her other breast as I continued
Auntie Caroline took this adjustment as a sign
that I was enjoying myself, and sighed contentedly,
supporting my head with one hand and casually stroking
my body with the other. She casually rested her hand on
my leg and circled her fingers around it's smooth skin
as I fed. Then she moved her hand down to my nappy,
feeling the plastic with her fingers and occasionally
patting my bottom. The nappy was so thick and bulky
there, that each time she patted me I could hardly feel
it, and the sound it made was deep and echoey, and of
course, rustled loudly.
A few moments later, my torment was over and I
was sitting back on the floor watching cartoons, not
really believing what had just happened. The next time
that Auntie Caroline came in I felt quite awkward,
knowing that i'd just had her nipple in my mouth. The
thought that kept me going was being at Jessie's house
and wearing proper clothes again. I didn't have too long
to wait, after lunch Jessie came round to get me. Auntie
Caroline, as promised, dressed me in an ordinary
T-shirt, and some grey shorts over my nappy. It was a
tight fit but they covered my nappy which was the main
thing. Only the waist band of my nappy showed above my
shorts, but because my T-shirt was a little longer than
the ones I was used to you couldn't see it.
I was so excited as I waddled down the hallway,
I had a real spring in my step, which wasn't easy with
my huge bulky nappy on under my shorts. I was really
looking forward to getting away from all the 'Babying'
and 'Fussing' that I was always having to endure at
home. Auntie Caroline insisted on walking with me to
Jessie's house and even went into the house with us when
Jessie's Mum opened the door and invited us in.
“Can we go upstairs and play Mummy?” Said
“Yes, go on then.” Sighed Jessie's Mum smiling.
Jessie led me up to her bedroom, it was very
tidy and pretty. Then she suggested that we read some
comics together, which was fine with me. We spread some
out over the floor and chose one each, then we got comfy
and began to read. We were content there for ages
reading, showing each other the pages that we
particularly liked. It was lovely. Not since the time in
the tent when Jessie first appeared did I feel this
happy. At last I was away from nappy changes, bottle
feeds, bottom inspections, They were a whole other house
away, I was able to fully relax and enjoy myself. Or so
Find out what Tia has to endure next in the
chapter 4 coming soon.
This story was written by Billy Blaze. If you
have any comments I would be happy to hear from you.
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Other stories written by me are, ‘Teacher’s
Pet’, ‘Teacher’s Punishment’ ‘The Imprisonment’, 'The
After School Punishment. :vD
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