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So this involves
a girl I work who found out about my nappy fetish a few
weeks back and grilled me about it. I can actually
imagine this story involving her and her friends. They
are all lovely, they always have girlie nights in where
they discuss random things. And as such this is my
little dream written in a story, but could develop into
a reality. Would I do it if asked, probably after a
couple of beers!
So Gemma and I
have worked together for 18 months. But it was only a
few weeks ago, whilst I was off from work, that she
revealed she and many other work colleagues knew my
secret. We were joking via text, and I ended a text with
‘We all have secrets.’ To which she replied, ‘Yes, I
know yours.’ That day I spent wracking my brains to
which secret she knew, or even she was just calling my
bluff. So that night, I plucked up the courage to text
her. Here’s how it went
Me: So what do
you think it is?
Gemma: u wear
nappies 3 times a week. I new ages ago n never judged u
So over the next
week or so she texted me asking loads of questions, I
gave her all the answers she could want to hear. I
showed her a picture, which she proceeded to show other
people. But it was all gossip and after a couple of
weeks it died down.
(Now for the
So Gemma texts
me again, asking me to come to her gathering. I had been
to a few before, generally it was her, her boyfriend,
sister, brother and her friends. They were all cracking
people, we always had a good drink and a laugh. But this
time she said it would be different.
Gemma: Would you
come to the gathering tonight. And bring a nappy. I told
my girl friends, and they are intrigued to see and hear
Ryan: Are you
for real? What makes you think I would want to stand in
front of a load of guys and girls in a nappy and have to
explain my life away?
there’s no guys. It’s just the girlies and me. Well I’m
sure one of us could make it worth your while. Becky
might even give you a quiz. Plus we’ll all be drunk and
nobody will remember it.
I sat back and
divulged all the text. I must admit, it would be pretty
fun, but very intimidating to be sat in front of a group
of girls in a nappy. But it would be pretty shameful,
and I’m sure they would all be taking pictures to show
there other friends. It was later that night that I got
another text from Gemma. One, I wasn’t expecting, a
Gemma: So, are
you coming round tomorrow night? If not, I’m going to
send them the picture anyway. So they’re going to see
it, and probably upload it to Facebook.
Ryan: What, you
can’t be serious? Youre blackmailing me. And I thought I
could trust you.
Gemma: Just come
round, bring youre nappies and the other stuff you’ve
showed me. Don’t be scared, they know most of it anyway.
Be round for 7. And bring plenty of nappies.
That night I
hardly slept, worrying about what I was going to have to
do. The next day at work, I was pretty busy and come
knocking off time at 4, I went home, showered and packed
my bag. In it were the following:
2 x Tena Slip
2 x Christmas
frilly pants and baby bottle
By now it was 6
o’clock and by the time I had a bit of Dutch courage and
quickly a can of lager, I was finding myself slowly
traipsing across town to her house. I had been there
before for a few drinks and chat, but nothing like this.
As I got closer and closer, my steps got shorter and
shorter, and I could feel my heart racing. It was a
pretty hot day, I was in my board shorts and a t-shirt.
I prolonged the journey by stopping off at Co-Op, and
purchasing a few crate of lager for the gathering. I
entered her street and stood there staring at her house.
I took a can from the crate and opened it, slowly
chugging it until the inevitable happened. I found
myself stood at her front door and before I could even
knock, the door opened and there stood Gemma.
As she took my
crate and bag from me, she proceeded to give me a hug.
Now Gemma was one of these girls you would describe as a
pocket rocket. Standing a shade above 5ft, she was a
fiery character, just like her red shoulder length hair.
She had the fake tan, the fake 30DD boobs, but also an
amazing smile. I felt her make a cheeky grip of my
backside, no doubt checking to see if I was wearing a
nappy or not. After she released me, she handed me
another can and ushered me outside, it was like entering
the dragons den. There sat 6 giggling women, all their
gazes on me. Too be fair, they were all lovely, all
smiled and acknowledged me, probably trying to make me
feel at ease before tearing me limb from limb. I sat
down on the only available chair, practically in the
middle of group, and just stayed quiet as they nattered
away about various things. In the background was the bbq
smoking away, usually it was a man thing, but true to
her word, I was the only guy there. My attention was
distracted by Gemma who was behind me, massaging my
shoulders. She announced to the group,
“Well girls, he
has kept his end of the bargain so far. I just checked
in his bag and he has brought everything I told you
about. Ryan, if you would like to go up to my room and
get changed, you’ll find your things on my bed. Come
down when you’re ready.”
My face turned a
thousand shades of red. I could feel the heat, you could
have fried an egg on my face. She patted me on the
shoulders, ushering me from my seat. I leant down and
whispered in her ear,
“Can we have a
chat in the kitchen please.”
She stood up,
grabbed my hand and we walked into her kitchen. In fact
we walked further, she lead me through the front room,
up the stairs and into her bedroom. Too my surprise, on
the bed laid out were all the items I had brought.
“I know what you
want. You want me to come help. Well I’m not going to
help, but I will wait outside and hold your hand.
There’s nothing to be scared about. Chris and his mates
are away on a stag do, it’s just us and the girls. Now
strip down, put a nappy on and then come out.”
With that she
left, and I was left in her bedroom by myself, shaking.
Slowly I stripped down naked, unfurled a tena nappy,
sprayed powder on it and proceeded to lie on top of it.
My focus was distracted by Gemma, who not only banged on
the door, but proceeded to open it. And the sight she
had was of me lying on the end of her bed, a big
erection, covered in baby powder and me with the nappy
halfway over me. She urged me to hurry up and I
carefully did both tapes on either side. I stood up and
looked in the full length mirror, the baby powder
adorned my inner thighs, the nappy shone bright white
against my lightly sun tanned skin. The waistband was
huge on a tena, practically covering my belly button and
halfway up my back. The outline of a six pack
interrupted by the light purple shading of a nappy.
Inevitably the door opened again and the first time
ever, Gemma saw me standing in a nappy. I didn’t know
whether to laugh or cry, I stood there frozen as she
walked over to me. She cuddled me again, tucking up the
waistband at the back and reassured me that everything
would be ok. She grabbed my hand, and walked away, I was
frozen to the spot. I leaned back to the bed to grab my
shorts and t-shirt.
see your nappy up here, down there or on that picture,
they’re going to see it tonight. So put those down,
follow me and let’s get this over and done with.”
I dropped the
clothes and within a flash, I was following Gemma
through the kitchen and I was out in to the garden. The
girls nattering had stopped, I couldn’t bring myself to
look at them as I stood in the doorway knowing I was on
full display to them. Gemma grabbed y hand again and
lead me up to the girls, who were sat there speechless.
“See that wasn’t
too difficult was it?” She asked me.
I just looked at
the floor again, I thought I was going to cry. And so
did one of the girls, Karen.
“Ah, you look so
cute. Come here and give me a cuddle.”
Before I knew
it, Karen, a tall, dominerring blonde hair lady had her
arms around me, and was doing that inquisitive thing of
patting my backside. And as she let go off me, somebody
else cuddled. A plethora of cuddles ensued before I had
the courage to look up. And when I did, they were all
smiling back, like it was the norm to see a 28 year old
guy stood in front of them in a nappy. Gemma handed me a
beer and then motioned for me to sit in front of her, my
back resting against her legs. She gave it a few minutes
before surprising me, by placing her hand over my
shoulder and sticking a dummy in my mouth. Every now and
again I would take the dummy out and have a sip of beer
before putting it back in. All the girls were commenting
on how well behaved and quiet I was, always referring to
Gemma as the mother figure. Comments like,
“Gosh, I wish my
kids were as well behaved and quiet as him.”
“He’s so sweet,
want to trade him for Mason?”
laughed it off and ruffled my hair. I let the girls chat
for a while, occasionally suckling on my dummy and
sipping the beer. It was long before I reached to my
side for the can, only to find it had been replaced by
my baby bottle, much to everybodys amusement. They all
chuckled as I desperately tried to extract beer from the
bottle, in the end I had to bite the teat and make a
“Why don’t you
come over here baby. I will help you out.” Said Becky.
Gemma’s sister. A year younger than me, but she was
pregnant, with her 4th child. She was lovely,
similar looking to her sister, brown hair, an amazing
smile and a shapely figure. But I harshly always had her
down as one of these ‘kids for benefits’ women. Cruel I
know, but in some respects very true. She came over to
me, grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. She was
sat on the bench with Karen. She motioned for me to lay
on her lap, but I was too big for that and it was going
to be awkward.
“It’s ok. You
can put your legs across me.” Karen said.
And with that I
found myself with my head snuggled next to the breasts
of Becky, and my legs laying across Karen, who
therapeutically was stroking them. Becky inserted the
bottle into my mouth and I looked at her longlingly, she
was beautiful. She had raised 3 kids this way and not
that she needed it, but I was the 4th to be
fed by her like this. She smiled back, whispering that I
looked cute and I suckled away, practically downing a
baby bottle full of beer. But with drinking a lot, comes
a lot of wee. I tried to hold on for what seemed an
eternity, but I couldn’t anymore. I thought laying down
was going to be a hard way to pee, but I was so wrong.
Within seconds the nappy became flooded, and it didn’t
go without notice.
“Oh my, it looks
like he is just like any other baby; he’s got a wet
nappy.” Karen exclaimed.
It wasn’t long
before I found myself stood on my feet in the middle of
the group, each of them looking at the wet patch, which
too be fair was now a sag. A couple of cans of lager had
passed through me, and it showed. A nice tight white
nappy was now a wet, sagging mess between my legs. The
glisten of pee on the inside of my thighs shone through,
it was obvious after one heavy wetting the nappy was
full. The girls all commented on how funny I looked, on
how I had managed to soak the bum as well as front. And
then the inevitable question arose,
“So Ryan, who
would you like to change you?”
I stood there,
frozen again. I knew exactly who I wanted to change me.
But I was too scared to say anything through fear of
being mocked. Funny, I didn’t fear the mocking about the
wet nappy I was wearing, I feared being rejected by the
one person I wanted to change my nappy. I didn’t answer
them, so Gemma came up with an idea.
“Girls, I have
put all of your names into a glass. Whoever’s name gets
picked out, has to change his nappy. I’m sure there’ll
be more opportunities in the future for someone else to
So potentially I
could get the girl I wanted, but then again I could get
one of the strangers, but hey, that would still be fun.
I watched as Gemma shuffled all the names in the pot and
then she pushed it in my direction. I was to be a master
of my own fate and slowly I put my
hand in and pulled out a name. I unfolded the little bit
of paper, and tried not to smile as my dream was coming
true. I showed the girls the bit of paper, and managed
to bring myself to look at the girl who was changing me.
the one girl I wanted to change me. Like I said before,
she was stunning, an absolute catch. She just smiled
back at me, then took a sip of her drink and carried on
chatting with the others. I didn’t know what to do with
myself so continued to stand there.
“Go on then
baby, ask your Mummy Becky if she will change your
nappy. I don’t think that thing could hold anymore.” One
of the girls joked.
The rest of the
girls laughed along and encouraged Becky to take pity on
me and change me. I had no other choice, I did another
little wetting which definitely took the nappy to
“Becky, can we
go change my nappy please?” I said quietly.
“I think you
missed something didn’t you baby.” Someone remarked.
I began before being cut short.
Gemma came out
from the house clutching a Christmas Fabine, baby wipes
and the baby powder. The girls intrigued stepped up
another notch; they were quickly passing around the
Fabine nappy. This was all new to them; Gemma hadn’t
given them the heads up on these. They were astounded
and shocked that they made adult nappies with baby
prints all over them. They proceeded to unfurl it and
comment on how thick it was. And then Gemma sprung
another surprise, she began to tell us how she had
rummaged through her old baby things and found a
changing mat, but to my shame and humiliation it was
pink. But it was thrown in the middle next to me, so
casually I just picked it up and stood there with it.
“Put that mat
down then baby and let’s get that thing off you.” Becky
here? Can’t we do this upstairs?” I begged.
stood in front of us in a wet nappy. I don’t think you
have anything else to be ashamed off. It will be fine,
we won’t say anything.” She replied.
Before I knew
it, I was down on the mat, looking up at that evening
sky. The dummy was slipped inside my mouth by somebody
and I just closed my eyes throughout the whole changing
process, I didn’t want to make eye contact with anybody.
I knew I had an erection, being in front of all these
girls was pretty intense. I felt Becky undo the tabs on
either side and pull the nappy back to reveal not only
my erection, but the wet mass inside the nappy. I
couldn’t block out the sound of the girls laughing, not
at my erection they seemed to think that was cute, but
the state of the nappy. Becy gripped me through a wet
wipe and ran it slowly up and down my shaft. Too say she
knew she was teasing me was an understatement. The girls
all laughed as my legs twitched with each stroke. They
were even taking on bets on whether I was going to cum
or not. But after a couple of cleaning strokes Becky
finished off by wiping my groin and inside legs. The
shame didn’t stop there as she expertly grabbed my
ankles and lifted my legs up in the air, pulling the
nappy from under me and wiping my bum. More comments
regarding how cute my bum looked were made, I was
slightly beginning to enjoy all this attention. She let
go off my ankles and bum nestled on the padded Fabine.
She took her time and covered me in baby powder,
probably a little too much. I felt it all over my belly,
groin and thighs. She teased me even more by running her
soft hands over the powder and massaging it in. As the
nappy came over the front of me and she firmly taped the
tabs either side, it was a dream come true. She grabbed
both my hands and pulled me up to my feet, patting the
nappy out and playfully smacking my backside. But then
she did something I could never have imagined, she
grabbed me and hugged me tight. This felt amazing, it
felt so secure. She whispered in my ear ‘don’t worry
baby. Everything will be ok.’ Surprisingly this
reassured me, despite the fact I was stood in a now
adult baby nappy.
continued on as before, I found myself sat on the floor,
only this at the feet of Becky. Gemma tried to play
jealous, sticking her tongue out at me and trying to get
me to crawl over to her. The girls wine drinking was
definitely taking an effect on them., they were more
jovial and laughing with each other. But they were all
still really friendly and never mocked me. In fact, the
more drunk they became, the more intrigued they became.
I found myself sat on a number of
their knees explaining my life story to them, explaining
why I wore nappies, where I got my nappies and what it
felt like. They were engrossed, the questions were fired
at me like crazy.
But after all
there intrigue and questions, the night sky had drawn in
and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the
kitchen and the security light now and again. The girls
had decided they were going to head to Manhattans, the
only night club in our area. I wasn’t going there, too
be fair they would probably be spending the night
dancing with lads and I didn’t want to stand by myself.
They all did their make up upstairs whilst leaving me
sat in the front room, continuing to drink a couple of
cans, even polishing off a couple of Jagerbombs. The
girls came back down slowly, everyone of them looking
even more glamourous. They sat with me, shared a
Jagerbomb, had a chat and joked around with me, mainly
at the fact I was sat in a wet nappy again. The last
person to come down was Gemma, with my bag.
“Come on then,
let’s go. I will lock up.” She said.
“Can I get
dressed quickly first.” I asked.
“Into what?” She
“My clothes I
brought with me.” I replied.
they suffered a bit of an accident, I spilt my wine over
them. Don’t worry I will wash them and bring them back
to you in the week.” She said.
“But I can’t
walk home like this, in a wet nappy. People will see.
You promised this would just be between us.” I begged,
nearly in tears again.
“It’s ok, trust
me. Beck y has gone to fetch a buggy. It will just look
like we are pushing a baby along.”
“You can’t be
fucking serious? Please don’t do this to me.” I
I threw a hissy
fit. I jumped up and down and stamped my feet like an
irate toddler. I couldn’t believe this happening, she
wanted to push me home in a buggy. My hysterics hadn’t
gone unnoticed by one of the group, Sarah. She was a
big, blonde hair lady, very busty, one of those lovely
faces that could turn terrifying in an instant. And in
an instant, she did turn terrifying. She stood up,
towering above me, grabbed my arm firmly and sat back
down again, pulling me over her knee. The nappy was down
to my knees and her hand crashed into my backside with a
“1. You do not
swear at Gemma. And 2, you do not throw a hissy fit. My
3 years old don’t even through a hissy fit anymore. Then
again they don’t wear nappies anymore.” She screamed.
It must have
been at least 20 hard blows to my backside before she
released me, pulling the nappy back over my bum and
standing me up. The pain had reduced me to tears,
underneath the wet nappy my backside was stinging all
thanks to Sarahs hand.
to Gemma.” She shouted.
swearing Gemma.” I muttered through the tears.
“And how are we
going to get you’re drunken and wet backside home?”
pushchair.” I replied, crying even more.
Before I could
react 2 of the girls had pushed me back into the
pushchair and had even managed to do the strap between
the wet nappy and around my waist to stop me getting
out. Of course I could get out myself using my hands but
I didn’t want to risk another punishment. A dummy was
shoved in my mouth and we were on our way.
streets were pretty dark and quiet and to my happiness
Gemma and Becky had decided to separate from the other
girls and take me the quiet way. But the sweet thing
about the whole thing was every girl leaned into the
pushchair and gave me a kiss on the lips. And promised
that they would keep everything they saw that night to
Gemma and Becky
continued to push me to my flat and let me out of the
pushchair in my front room.
“Well baby boy,
thank you for a good night, certainly was entertaining.”
collect the pushchair later in the week from you. Thank
you, and we all promised to keep everything a secret.”
And with that, I
shared a deep and emotional hug with the pair of them.
The stench of stale urine, alcohol and cigarettes filled
the air but it didn’t bother any of us. They knew what
it meant for me to trust them and how much I opened up
to all of them that night.
“Oh… and next
time you come round, we will have even more fun.” Gemma
They left me to
it, I sat on a towel on the chair and contemplated what
I had just done. The final realisation was that I
couldn’t take it back now. If anything was to come out,
I only had myself to blame for letting my secret slip in
the first place.
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