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He loved that
sound as he moved.
‘crinkle’ that announced to those in the know just what
it was he was wearing.
They were a new
acquisition. The online firm had been very specific that
this particular piece of protection was very noisy.
Up until he saw
the colourful image of butterflies and birds festooned
all over the satin briefs, he had never really wanted
anything that might draw attention to his ‘slight’
fetish. He was happy for those in the know to be one –
him. He wasn’t interested in having DL friends. He
wasn’t interested in being babied, all he wanted was
that comfort he felt when he wore his nappy and the joy
it gave him putting it on and taking it off.
online firm he bought his little ‘bits and pieces’ from
had launched a new ‘noisy’ range and the photo of this
particular pair of waterproof pants had attracted his
attention. MAKE SOME NOISE said the headline for the
range, and there had been a fair few pairs of pants that
he would have been happy to buy but it was this, rather
cute, childish and sweet design that appeared to have
made the biggest impression. They must have done because
for almost a week before he bought them they were
occupying his dreams, both night and day. Eventually,
the obsession needed to be satisfied so, via PayPal, he
made the purchase and waited impatiently for them to be
didn’t last long because within two days a brown package
arrived at his home where, as he was out at work, his
mother signed for them. She squeezed the package as she
took possession from the mailman and liked the soft feel
and the muted crinkle she heard as she did so. She
smiled to herself and assumed her boy was treating
Good for him,
she thought, he should have other interests beside
computers and work.
Her son Ryan was
24, slim, nice-looking (she always said he was the
handsomest and cutest baby) but a bit of a loner. Her
husband Jeff had died in an accident at work when Ryan
was 4 years-old so for the past twenty years it had just
been the two of them together. The
insurance had made it so she was well compensated for
her loss and the fact that her son seemed more than
happy to live at home had made her content with life.
Mother and son spent a lot of time together and
socialised (if that was the correct term for the few
friends that they bothered to see) and even went on
vacation together hardly ever inviting others into their
tight band of two.
feeling his ‘fetish’ was only know by him, his mother
had known about it for a long time. In fact, she
remembered the time it took to get him out of nappies
and how much her son of 9 had cried when he was made to
wear only his pyjamas when he went to bed instead of the
protection he’d happily worn up until then; his mum
eventually convincing him to be grown-up, even if she
had a secret longing for him to stay forever her baby.
Of course for a mother all children remain their babies…
no matter how old they get and Ryan, well Ryan had found
his own way to satisfy something he needed. She was
happy about this but didn’t want to be seen obviously
condoning it because she knew that he thought his secret
was just that… a secret.
However, she had
a secret of her own and that was she knew Ryan wore his
nappies to sleep in and had noticed he occasionally went
to work wearing his padding. It was at those times she
just wanted to ‘mother’ him and return to those days
when she looked after every aspect of his life. But, she
was of the opinion that she would only do so if and when
her son asked her to. She didn’t want to provoke any
reaction that might somehow make things awkward at home.
She liked her son being with her and would hate for him
to feel she had driven him away because of something she
wanted. No, the best thing was to support her son when
it was needed but in the meantime, enjoy her memories of
when he was young… though she could add those images
that ran around her head of him sucking his thumb and
wearing his nappy now.
He walked up and
down his bedroom knowing that no one else would know
what he was wearing but rather pleased about what he
Over the years
he’d kept this secret he’d had no desire to broadcast it
to anyone else but, and this was the part he really
wondered about, this new possession, this stunning pair
of satin and plastic protection, gave him a whole new
insight to his fixation. The nappies had been wonderful;
comfortable, soft, bulky and held happy memories for
him. The plastic pants had been a later addition; one
that seemed to set off his nappy and give it a new,
smooth, sensual aura that he suddenly craved. These new
pants had been that step further; an acknowledgement of
his own desires (even if he was only admitting it to
himself) with that audible response to each step he
He thought this
was a bold step, although he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t
a brave man and couldn’t see himself wandering down the
road ‘rustling and crinkling’ till heart’s content but
the fact that he had picked up the nerve to buy them, he
thought, must mean something.
He looked in the
mirror. Naked apart from his thick nappy and beautiful
silky covering he was amazed at how spectacular and
wonderful it all looked. He moved slightly… crinkle… he
moved again… crinkle… he was looking forward to sleeping
in his new noisy protection. In fact, he might have an
early night so he could enjoy the strange and electric
sensations that were coursing through his body.
Just as he was
about to shout down to his mother (who he presumed would
be downstairs watching the TV) unannounced she walked in
to his room.
feeling of panic coursed through his body. This was the
first time his mother had seen him dressed in such a way
since he was a child. The smile on her face wasn’t
noticed as he screamed angrily at her to “Get Out”.
“Get out, get
out, GET OUT.”
harsh words terror rooted him to the spot, his slim
naked frame only highlighting his padded outline but his
mum wasn’t to be put off.
But Ryan shook
his head and screamed more, “Get out, GET OUT.”
The feeling of
wellbeing that had encompassed his body and mind just a
few moments earlier were now transformed into anger and
guilt… he shivered at those very guilty feelings. His
mum stepped forward to comfort her irate son but he
stepped away, trying to hide his embarrassment and push
her away at the same time.
Ryan… it’s going to be OK… I…”
Again he pushed
his mother towards the door, tears beginning to form in
his eyes, but at that moment fury conquered his guilt as
he spat those words once more.
beseeching hands held out in comfort were rejected amid
her son’s confusion and terrified shame. He screamed at
her but this time his mum would have none of it. She
grabbed him by the arms, spun him around and landed
three quick slaps to his padded bottom. He would have
hardly felt a thing but was so surprised by this that he
immediately stopped screaming. His
mother sensing the change of mood stormed in.
ever,” spank, “raise” spank, “your voice” spank, “to
your mother” spank, “again.”
She knew her
actions would have caught him off guard and pressed this
do you understand?” and she raised her hand as if
threatening to repeat the spanking.
“Yes,” his voice
was almost inaudible.
“Yes what?” His
mum pursued her point with another slap.
he told her the words she insisted on hearing. “I will
not shout at mum… mummy.”
She hugged him
close to her chest and smoothed her son’s hair. “That’s
right. Mummy is always here for her little baby boy… no
matter what.” She hugged and kissed his head more. “No
matter what…” she quietly repeated.
As his mother
rocked and soothed him in her loving embrace, the sobs
that were growing in his chest were replaced by feelings
of gratitude. His mother hadn’t gone berserk, far from
it, she’d seemed understanding and… and… and sympathetic
to his ‘situation’.
His mind, which
had been racing to find excuses, make up reasons, answer
those difficult questions that such a revelation was
sure to bring, suddenly disappeared as the calming
influence of his mother’s gentle rocking produced a
different sensation. He’d forgotten just how enjoyable
it was to snuggle: It was safe, it was secure it was…
She patted the
silky, crinkly bulk wrapped around her son and was
immediately transported back to the time when this was a
regular occurrence. He was always a loving child and
even before his father had died, the family loved to hug
and cuddle. After that fateful event, mother and son
drew closer finding comfort and security with each
other. However, as he got older the intimacy had to
change. She desperately wanted him not to grow up being
a ‘mummy’s boy’, he needed to be able to look after
himself. She wasn’t a clinging mother, she knew when to
cut those apron strings but, oh how she missed her baby.
There had been
so many times when Ryan would be up in his room and she
knew he was wearing his nappy. It was his little
‘secret’, one he didn’t want to share with her. Although
she was desperate to say something, to tell him it was
OK. She worried that her knowing might stop him from
doing something he obviously wanted to do and she didn’t
want to take that away.
She thought the
loud ‘crinkle’ sound was his way of inviting her in, to
be part of his secret, one he was happy to share and
more importantly, be comfortable with.
Was she wrong?
Ryan didn’t want
this feeling to change. He knew that at 24 years-old he
should be over this need, this desire, to feel safe in
his nappy, to love his mother’s embrace, to enjoy his
moments of simply being ‘little’ again.
In his head it
was an escape, an escape he felt guilty about, although
that hadn’t stopped him buying nappies, disposables and
other items when he needed them. He had no idea why but
recently that desire had grown stronger. He wasn’t
overly stressed at work. In fact, he found that both
easy and satisfying, no there must be some other reason…
why else would he have bought these super noisy pants?
mummy’s here,” she continued to stroke his hair and hug
his voice was low. He didn’t want to change this
dynamic. He felt safe and contented in her care. “Mummy,
did you know?”
I’ve known since the very beginning.”
“Why did you
never say anything?” His voice was almost childlike.
“Because it was
yours… something that you wanted… if you had wanted to
share it with me I would…” she corrected herself, “I am…
fine with it.”
The hug got
old enough to know your own mind but if you… if you need
something … something that makes you happy… well…”
“Don’t you think
harm? Who are you hurting? Who needs to know? It’s OK to
have secrets, even from me, I don’t mind but if you are
unhappy about the situation it’s up to you to change it.
That’s why I thought these noisy,” and she rubbed her
hand across his silky bottom and smiled at the slight
crinkly noise they made, “I thought you’d decided you
wanted me to… notice.”
He was enjoying
having his bottom stroked by his loving mother and
snuggled in closer.
“I think that I
did. I don’t know why I suddenly decided to ‘announce’
that I liked to wear nappies but… I guess… I must have
She patted his
padded bundle of babyness.
“Ryan, I love
you and… you can wear what you like when you like as far
as I am concerned. You can tell the world if that’s what
you want to do and I will support you.”
looked into his damp eyes and finished her little
“You are all
that matters to me and if you want to be a baby….”
“I like being
little mummy.” He coyly interrupted.
“If you like
being ‘little’… only at home then I am happy as well. I
will help in any way I can… what do you want?”
Ryan began to
think – what exactly did he want?
aware he was doing so, he sucked on his thumb and gave
it some thought.
It had been over
two hours since his mother had left him to go to her own
room to sleep but in that time, he was positive he’d
have an answer to his mum’s question, “What do you
want?” Alas, no new revelations had entered his head
simply because of the way his pants gave him an
accompaniment to his every move. Crinkle.
He curled up.
Crinkle. He stretched out. Crinkle. He rolled over.
Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle.
He was more
involved in the noises he was making than with answering
the question but rustling around in his bed had proved
one thing; the company who made his pants were not lying
when they said ‘Make some noise.’
He pulled off
his protecting pants and gently rubbed the soft satin
against his cheek. He loved the fabric with butterflies
and birds and was pretty impressed by the thick crinkly
plastic waterproof innards. He slowly ran the two
different materials over his body and shuddered in
delight at the experience.
He removed his
nappy and slid the pants across his genitals, which
instantly reacted. The velvety ‘butterfly’ kisses as he
touched each part of his body delivered shivers of
sensuality and excitement to his already over-burdened
His orgasm had
never been so powerful.
He lay there
exhausted, his chest covered in the explosive aftermath
and he could barely find the strength to pull his
precious pants up his thighs to cover his leaking penis.
The awareness that there was now a sticky dimension to
each crinkle drifted into his dreams as he slipped into
woke up; his favourite pants now feeling hot and sweaty
as they clung heavily around his waist. The plastic
material had created a little ‘sweat-room’ and he could
feel his skin sliding against the slippery shield.
The crinkle was
dulled. He much preferred it when it was loud and
vibrant but at that moment there was just a soft
rustling sound to his movements. Still, this wasn’t
without its charm. However, he preferred to have his
nappy between him and the pants but first he’d have to
clean them up. He waddled to the bathroom, the sensation
playing excitedly with his sweaty balls and half-hard
The shower was a
relief. He cleaned himself and the pants and dried both.
However, it was time for work so, the question was;
should he wear them to the office? He gave it about a
minute’s thought before rejecting the idea. It wasn’t
that he’d be too embarrassed (you should see some of the
things his computer nerd colleagues wore) it was more
that he didn’t think it would make a scrap of
difference. If his mother had known his secret for
years, there was a good chance he was only fooling
himself and that everyone already knew… and worse still,
simply weren’t bothered. How would he feel drawing
attention to himself only to find that no one could care
He slipped into
a comforting disposable and pulled up his trousers. That
would have to do for today he thought but tonight, he
and his mum were going to have some FUN.
Whilst Ryan was
at the office his mother had decided she’d also get to
work and sort a few things out for herself. The first
thing to do was find out a bit more about her son’s
likes and dislikes, so, she opened up his computer.
password had not been difficult to crack. Sitting at the
side of the laptop was her son’s teddy bear ‘Oscar’ who
had been his constant companion since he was a baby. It
still looked over everything he did and was sat, as if
on guard, watching (with that empty, glass-eyed stare)
over its owner’s domain… alas, the password of OSCAR24
was just too obvious. If that bear could
talk, Ryan’s mother thought, what secrets could it tell?
The first page she saw was for the online store where
Ryan bought those crinkly pants and she marvelled at the
range of rather stunning items that were for sale. A
couple of hours and with a few clicks here and there
she’d been able get all she wanted.
Later, she went
out and purchased a few items of her own. She wanted her
son to know how much she cared and how much she wanted
to help. At the back of her mind there were niggling
doubts about certain aspects to all this. Should she be
encouraging him? Should she just leave him to it… not
get involved? Should she actually be enjoying the fact
that her son liked to dress up as a toddler? An
uncomfortable shiver ran down her back but she shook it
off and reminded herself that Ryan’s happiness was all
that mattered… and… if… by coincidence… it made her
happy… so what?
the packs of disposables before, when she’d put away
some of her son’s freshly ironed clothes but hadn’t
commented. However, this meant that he was already
equipped to slip into his baby or toddler desires. His
crinkly pants were now quite brazenly left out, hooked
over the bottom bedpost and waiting for their owner’s
return. His mother fondled them with perhaps more
interest than was necessary but she was impressed, as
only a mother could be, that her son was investing his
money in well-made products. As she held them up to the
light for further inspection she let out a girlish
giggle herself at the cartoon birds and butterfly motif,
the loud crinkle that had set things in motion also made
For Ryan work
appeared more boring today. Up until last night he had
loved having his ‘little secret’.
To him it made
him different to all the others in the office and he
liked that. Even though he was comfortably wrapped in
one of his thick disposables, which was hugging his bum
and thighs like a pair of underpants just couldn’t
achieve, it wasn’t as special as it used to be. Maybe he
should have worn his crinkly pants - although maybe that
would have been a step just too far.
reasoned that everyone probably knew, and weren’t
interested, the thrill of possible discovery no longer
existed. More so, now his mum knew there was little
point in trying to pretend anymore but hoped that his
home life hadn’t been compromised in any way. His mum
had said that she was OK with it all and he wondered,
even though he hoped for some kind of fun (perhaps he’d
wear his crinkly pants to dinner one night), she still
offered her support and that he wouldn’t have to find
somewhere else to live.
For a number of
years, and certainly since he started work, wearing his
nappies, which he’d bought himself, had given him
immeasurable pleasure. Knowing he had the desire, yet
trying to deny those feelings, had messed him up in some
ways. He knew, after his father’s death, that he was the
man of the house but that was the last thing he wanted.
Not that his mother put any pressure on him, no he was
quite capable of doing that himself. Although, once his
mum had pulled that last nappy from under him and said
that from that moment on he was to wear ‘big boy’ pants,
he knew things would never be the same and he’d have to
Being at work
and occasionally wearing his nappy had given him a
boost. It had given him confidence even if its discovery
might have led to embarrassment. He walked tall and,
with his manly bits and pieces snuggly contained in
their soft comfy wrap, he was able to cope with
anything. He’d got this reputation as a solitary figure
but one who came up with incredible ideas and solutions
to problems. Often, when complications occurred at work,
it was to him that the staff looked to sort it out,
which he often did, without seeking any show of
He was a bit of
an enigma to some, a sorter of problems to others and a
nice if undemonstrative bloke to nearly everyone.
However, for better or for worse, Ryan’s life was about
to see a change.
home soaked through and not because of a sudden
downpour. The journey from work had been very
annoying, there had been a pile-up on the main road and
the traffic was delayed for ages. He arrived home late
to find his mother looking worried at what might have
happened to him and all because he’d forgotten to
re-charge his phone and the thing had gone dead… just
when he’d needed it.
Phone died and an accident on the main road.” He
shrugged his shoulders and thankfully his mother looked
relieved to have him home unscathed.
She noticed the
slight damp patch on his trouser front. “Another
accident?” She said pointing at the problem and smiled.
would have been an embarrassing problem but now, it was
just embarrassing as he told his mum he’d been dying for
a piss all the time the traffic was held up.
“Wee or wee-wee
if you don’t mind… I don’t want to hear rude words from
my baby’s lips if you don’t mind.”
shiver ran down Ryan’s spine. He was being told off…
like a child… but in such a way that seemed to make
He nodded he
understood and then carried on with the story of his
could hold it no longer and realising he was already
equipped for dealing with such a problem (he gave a
little chuckle as he remembered the moment), he let go.
“It was such a
relief,” his eyes lit up as he remembered, “I felt so
much happier sitting in traffic knowing my bladder
wasn’t going to burst.”
His mum smiled
and nodded in agreement.
“You see… these
things happen for a reason…” She
didn’t expand on what exactly that reason was.
“OK, I’ll have
dinner on the table in ten minutes if you want to go and
He looked down
at the damp patch and became aware, thanks to the vivid
bulky outline at his crotch, of just how much the
disposable had expanded. He thought it felt quite nice
and snug but his mother was correct, he needed to
change, he couldn’t sit around dressed like that.
Up in his
bedroom there was a surprise; his mother had laid out on
his bed a fresh disposable, his crinkly pants, a
t-shirt, a soft fleecy blanket, a teddy bear and a
little note that read: MUMMY LOVES HER SWEET LITTLE BABY
He was a little
confused. Surely his mother, as supportive as she said
she’d be, didn’t expect him to wear these things around
the house. But what other explanation could there be?
Normally she just made his bed and that’s that.
She might put away some freshly washed and ironed
clothes but in general, she had nothing to do with what
went on in the privacy of his room. This
was like she was making a statement: Not only was she
okay with his desire to wear a nappy, she was
encouraging him to wear one all the time and around the
house… she really didn’t mind.
As he stripped
out of his work clothes he wasn’t sure if he liked this
development or not.
When he was down
to just his soaked underwear he looked in the mirror and
saw looking back a man who appeared younger, innocent,
fun and cuddly and decided he wanted that to continue.
Coming down the
stairs was a cacophony of crinkles and rustling. Every
step he took announced the presence of his very noisy
pants and he loved the sound. The fact that they were so
babyish, with their cartoon creations embellished all
over them, only added to his pleasure as he finally
arrived at the table. Amid more noise he sat down whilst
his mum appeared with his meal and another surprise. His
lasagne was delivered on a small, brightly coloured,
plastic plate festooned with Disney characters, a
matching plastic spoon and sippy cup completed his new
She just raised
her eyebrows. “My little boy is going to enjoy his
din-dins… or he’ll get his little botty smacked.”
She kissed the
top of his head and smiled at her son’s look of
disbelief. Then, to get things underway she picked up
his spoon, scooped up some food and aimed towards his
don’t need fee…” but his conversation was stopped as his
mother spooned in his first piece of lasagne.
“OK mum that’s enough I can feed myself thank you… I’m
not a baby.”
realised that he was sitting at the table wearing a
nappy, plastic pants and a t-shirt that hardly covered
his belly, so to all intents and purposes that is
exactly what he was. He quickly calmed down and looked
at his mum with pleading eyes.
“I can feed
myself but… thank you for… well… understanding.”
His mum left him
to feed himself and went to sit and eat her own meal.
For a couple of minutes they ate in silence but his
mother had a smile on her face as she watched him eating
from his Disney plate that she’d bought that day. He was
even drinking juice from his sippy cup, another one of
her purchases, the rest she would add over time.
However, when a drop of sauce dripped onto his clean
t-shirt she got up, went into the kitchen and returned
with a matching plastic Disney bib, which she hastily
fastened around his neck.
noisily in his seat as he began to enjoy his new
position in the household; no longer the loner son who
had secrets, but a little boy whose mummy loved and was
determined to look after.
He said in a quiet and almost childlike voice and
spooned in the rest of his meal.
“There’s a good
boy. Mummy knows what’s best for her baby,” she beamed
at how easily he’d cooperated and taken to his new role.
Well, perhaps it
wasn’t a new role exactly, more of an expansion to one
he already held but now his mother was going to be in
charge and he could live the life he secretly desired
but now… not in secret.
around was now of utter contentment… but, as his mother
quickly pointed out… there would be some new rules for
her ‘little one’ that, if he didn’t want to feel the
hairbrush on his pretty little backside, he’d better
learn… and learn quickly.
quite know why his mother kept mentioning getting
spanked with a hairbrush. Neither his father nor mother
had, even as a child ever threatened to lay a hand on
his bottom by way of chastisement. Despite this he was
very happy with the way things were turning out. He
never thought he’d be able to wander around the house
wearing a nappy but, here he was – loud and crinkly.
filled up his sippy cup with more juice and told him he
could go and watch some TV before bedtime. Ryan wasn’t
paying much attention to the last bit of that
conversation and missed that soon it would be bedtime so
waddled over to the sofa and sat down to watch one of
his favourite soap operas.
His mummy was
halfway through clearing the dinner table when she
realised the programme her little darling was about to
watch was really not appropriate. She
waltzed in, picked up the remote and much to Ryan’s
amazement, switched it to the children’s channel.
“I’m not letting
my baby watch that awful programme it’s far too grown-up
“But mummmm.” He
unless you want to feel that hairbrush on your bare
botty sooner rather than later.”
very serious, which surprised her son who immediately
wasn’t sure if he was happy with this new arrangement
She walked back
to the kitchen to finish washing up with the remote in
her pocket so he had no option but to watch what she’d
ordained was suitable. Ryan
desperately wanted this ‘agreement’ to work so decided
that, as his mother was doing her best to give him what
he wanted, he should also be prepared to go along with
her suggestions. If he wanted his mummy to take charge,
he couldn’t object when she did.
Once she had
finished in the kitchen she went up to Ryan’s bedroom,
grabbed his new fleecy blanket and teddy and brought
them downstairs. She spread the blanket out in front of
the TV and shoo-ed her son off the sofa and onto it.
“Aw mummmm.” He
pants seemed to add to the fact she now regarded him as
just a baby. “From now on, unless mummy says you can…
you don’t get up on the sofa or chairs… you sit on your
pants rustled noisily as he got himself comfortable and
eventually he found that lying on his stomach, facing
the screen, was the best position.
“Good boy… now
let’s enjoy these lovely colourful characters in their
adventure.” She patted his padded bottom and passed him
his sippy cup and teddy to watch the show with.
At seven thirty
his mum told him it was bedtime. He looked at her in
disbelief and shook his head.
“Mum… er… mummy,
it’s far too early.” He tried the sweet innocent voice
he hoped would make her respond to his pleas. “Not yet,
I can’t go yet I’d never sleep… I…”
babykins” and she grabbed his hand and began to lead him
to the stairs.
He pulled back
and petulantly said “No”.
mother was equally as adamant. “You will go to bed now
or there will be no more nappies or… any of this” She
pointed to his outfit and seemed determined that
whatever he may desire, it was to be done on her terms
or not at all.
He was caught
off guard by this threat and found himself being almost
dragged up the stairs and into his room. There his
mother pulled down his crinkly pants, yanked down his
disposable and smacked his bare bottom with her bare
hand. Ryan wasn’t a tough man, indeed he was fairly
scrawny and his mother’s determination, speed and power
meant that he had to endure his bottom being swatted for
a couple of minutes.
There was no
denying it… his bottom hurt. His mother had made sure
that each slap hit his rosy cheeks and that he’d know
he’d been punished.
“You never argue
with mummy.” Smack. “You never fight mummy.” Smack. “You
do what you’re told,” Smack “when you are told.” Smack.
“Does my little baby understand these rules?” Smack.
“Yes, yes, yes…
please mummy no more…” Ryan held back real tears from
both shock and the surprising ability his mother had to
inflict pain. “I’m sorry mummy…. I’m huuhh… sorry.” He
“Good boy,” and
she cuddled him tightly, “Mummy knows what’s best for
her sweet baby boy so…” She patted his red bare bottom.
“He’d better do as he’s told - when he’s told or there
will be more rosy little botties in future. Have I made
“Yes - sob
– mummy – sob – I’m sorry- sob – mummy.”
He cuddled her tightly and hoped that she’d forgive him.
They stayed like
that for a few minutes and until Ryan felt the heat
beginning to ease from his bottom.
“OK young man…
let’s get you ready for bed.”
sobbing, naked and red-bottomed 24 year-old stood
waiting for his mother’s instructions. She gathered a
nice big piece of material and shaped it into a triangle
and then got her timid son to lie out on it. She could
see that after the spanking he was a bit scared but to
lighten the process tickled his tummy as she rubbed in
giggled but stopped when he saw she was adding a couple
of extra thick pads. He wasn’t too sure and wanted to
say something but his bottom still hurt so he decided to
She pulled and
pinned it all together and the bulky nappy felt
completely different to the nappies he’d put on for
himself. Not only that but the softness had eased his
smarting bottom so when his mummy slipped a pair of
clear plastic pants over the lot, he didn’t say a thing.
The soft crinkle and rustle making him accept his fate
and enjoy what his mother was doing for him.
She got him to
stand up so she could check that it all fit and tucked
the cuffs of the pants into the nappy to make sure
nothing leaked. She added a sweet new green t-shirt with
a rabbit wearing a nappy on the front that any one
year-old would be proud of and guided him to his bed.
this is how it’s going to be from now on.” She let him
snuggle down and make himself comfortable. “It’s almost
eight o’clock now and that’s not good enough. Seven
thirty is your bed time… if you’re not in bed by then…
it will be the hairbrush.” She kissed her sons furrowed
brow. “Have we got an agreement?”
Ryan had to
think for a brief second – did he want this or was it
all too much, too soon and had things gone too far? He
nodded his head.
“Yes mummy… and
thank you. I’ll be a good boy…”
“A good baby boy
I hope,” his mother added as she stroked his hair.
“Yes mummy… a
good baby boy… who loves his mummy lots.”
“OK sweet pea…
just remember there’s no getting up in the night. If you
need to go potty… you do it in your nappy. I don’t want
my baby hurting himself wandering around in the dark.
under his blanket and surprisingly yawned, “Yes mummy…
Ryan’s a good baby boy.”
down quickly even though it was early. However, he
was surprisingly tired but then… it had been a quite
a surprising day. The spanking, the cutlery, the bib,
the cut-up food… yes there was a great deal to process
but, as he snuggled down in bed, the soft rustle of his
silky plastic pants added to his slippery contentment,
it wasn’t long before he was fast asleep.
His mother came
in to check that her boy was sleeping soundly. As she’d
done when he was a school boy she got his clothes
prepared for the morning. She checked that his shirt
didn’t need re-ironing for any reason, checked his
chinos were stain-free, made sure his shoes were
polished and sorted out a pair of socks. Then she
decided that rather than leave him to get himself ready
for work she would supervise.
sounded and she went to rouse her dozing son. He looked
so sweet laid there, duvet half hanging off his bed,
revealing his padded bottom and naked hips, his little
t-shirt had ridden high up his back. Thankfully, she
thought, soon that wouldn’t be much of a problem. His
thick nappy was clearly visible through the clear
plastic pants but she was a little upset to see that he
hadn’t wet himself. Still, it was early days yet and her
son would be doing lots of things he perhaps never
thought he would.
She gently shook
him awake. Sleepy eyed he looked up at his mother.
sweetie, time to get up.”
He rubbed his
eyes, yawned and was suddenly aware of his bulky
protection. He took a couple of beats before answering.
knew he was dry she still slipped her fingers down the
front of his nappy to check. Ryan initially jerked away
but realised that he had nothing to worry about, his
mother had said she would look after him.
“Who’s a good
boy? Not wet but, Baby Ryan needs to know it’s OK to use
his nappy… does my little boy need to potty?”
Ryan realised he
was actually bursting but shook his head; he had no
intention of peeing in his nappy in front of his mother.
However, she knew just from the look on his face that he
was lying and thought that she would hurry along the
acceptance of his situation a little bit by pushing down
on his slightly bloated tummy.
being too much he couldn’t hold back and his bladder let
loose. He closed his eyes and pulled a face (a face his
mummy remembered from when he was a toddler) as the
thick nappy absorbed all his wee. Because of the
see-thru plastic pants, which his mummy had bought the
day before (as well as other provisions) she could see
the white fabric change colour to a pale yellow and
silently waited for him to finish.
sweetie… I knew you could do it. Mummy doesn’t mind her
baby boy making a mess… so he mustn’t worry if he does.”
She held his face between her fingers. “Do you still
need to go poo?”
can’t do that in my… can’t I just use the toilet? He
“When my little
poppet is potty trained he can but until then… he’ll use
his nappy like any good little boy would.”
This was getting
embarrassing but he somehow knew that if he could get
over this hurdle, then everything else would be a lot
easier. His mum stood over him and encouraged her boy to
“Mum, I can’t go
if you’re watching. Can’t you leave me to it?”
will be no more secrets, there’s no need. My little boy
has got a lot to learn and, if he doesn’t want to feel
the hairbrush on his cute little bottom, he’ll do as
He tried but he
just couldn’t make himself go.
but I just can’t do it yet.” He looked down all shy and
apologetic, which was cute but his mum thought that was
something else he was going to have to get over.
“Not to worry
sweetheart, let’s get you ready for work.”
Ryan stood up
and was about to do things himself when his mother shook
her head and he left her to it. First she removed his
rabbit t-shirt, folded and put it on his dresser, then
she gripped the plastic pants and in the same movement,
loosened the nappy and dragged them both down together.
Ryan stood naked awaiting his instructions and although
he felt a bit silly, he loved the attention.
“OK baby, the
bath is ready,” and she steered him towards the
Once in there he
realised just how prepared his mother was. There was a
warm bubbly bath complete with a few toys to play with
(more items his mother had bought the day before). Set
next to the bath was a baby’s changing mat and piled up
alongside were lotions, creams and powders, plus a huge
pile of disposable nappies on top of which were several
pairs of plastic pants.
understood that his life was now no longer his own, his
mummy had done exactly what she said she would and taken
complete control. He assumed he was still expected to go
to work, (otherwise why get him up so early), but wasn’t
sure what he’d have to wear. This was something else he
wasn’t going to have to worry about.
move there was an audible rustling. To Ryan it was like
a clarion call to what exactly he was wearing, although
to his workmates, it was just a weird little sound. His
mother had insisted that he wear his crinkly new pants
to work, which he simply did not want to do, although a
few of her promised swats from the hairbrush on his
naked bottom had proved very convincing.
small-talk as his mummy bathed and then dried him. To
Ryan the towel had never felt fluffier as his mother
made sure every little nook and cranny was thoroughly
eradicated of any moisture.
fact, he was enjoying the attention so much that his
penis also stood to attention. Normally he would quickly
rub himself for an early morning orgasm but that wasn’t
possible in his current situation. His mummy just kept
pushing it out of the way with the towel as she dried
between his legs. He was quite embarrassed but also
wondering if his mummy would take care of it… would she
go that far for her little boy. His thoughts were
swiftly brought back into focus as she laid him out on
the changing mat and applied baby lotion. Again his
penis bobbed around looking for attention but she just
moved it aside and continued massaging the slippery
cream into her son’s bits and bobs.
She was gently
coaxing her son to giggle as she tickled his tummy
before sprinkling powder all over his cute little
bottom. Pretty soon, and much to Ryan’s frustration, she
wrapped him in a disposable and tightly taped him in.
She reached for his pretty new butterfly and bird silky,
crinkly pants and began to slip them up his legs.
Partly out of
frustration and partly because he was worried about
wearing such obviously noisy pants to work he objected.
His mother wasted no time; she pulled down his
disposable pushed him over the side of the bath and
reached for the hairbrush, which up until that moment
Ryan thought was only a threat, and delivered three
substantial swats to his bare bottom.
“What has mummy
told you about this?” Another three swats followed.
hurting Ryan immediately recognised he’d made a huge
“Sorry mum… er…
aahhh… mummy.” He soon realised that a hairbrush applied
so efficiently to his bottom was very painful indeed.
Three more swats followed.
His yelps and
pleading echoed around the bathroom but his mum had
decided to make her point and thwart any possible
indiscipline very early on. She was not going to let him
get away with anything other than complete compliance.
This is what he wanted and this is what he was going to
get… but only as she saw fit.
As Ryan sobbed
over the side of the bath his mother delivered her final
“My little baby
will do what his mummy says. There is no discussion. He
eats what his mummy gives him, he wears what she puts
him in and he does what he is told… immediately. Does my
baby now understand these rules?”
patiently for a reply but appreciated that her son’s
sobs might mean he had to compose himself a bit first.
It had been a
very painful lesson and Ryan was thoroughly chastised.
Any rebellion about his noisy pants was vanquished and
so were any future arguments. His mummy had proved
herself to be most definite in what she expected from
her baby son and would entertain no nonsense...
eventually he was able to reply.
She hugged her
son tightly and then rubbed some soothing cool cream
onto his very red and sore bottom. Once this was done
she re-fit his nappy, pulled up his crinkly, but to her
at least, beautiful shiny pants, and guided him back to
his bedroom. She wished she could just keep him like
that. She would love to have him at home all the time
dressed as her baby and the two playing those little
games she used to play with him when he was a baby. A
thought struck her - perhaps she could.
She helped him
on with his shirt and tie. Ryan was aware of two things;
his throbbing bottom and the shiny crinkly bulk he was
now going to have to wear to work and he was dreading
it. With each movement he could hear the tell-tale
crinkle. He was desperate for his mummy to abandon this
new dress code, especially as he was a big boy and going
to work but his burning bum made him think again about
His mother of
course picked up on his continued reluctance so tried to
ease him into his trousers with a few words of
“I know you are
worried about this,”
She said as she
pulled them up and over his glossy protection.
“But I think my
little boy looks lovely in his little pants. The pants
that you like so much and which mummy thinks you look so
As he opened his
mouth to try and reason with her he caught sight of her
stern look in the mirror and decided against
“I want to know
my boy is well protected when I’m not around … and this
is most important… I want him to know that the lovely
crinkle sound every time he moves tells him he has a
loving mummy at home who only wants the absolute best
from her obedient little baby boy.”
He was staring
at the ground and feeling like a toddler when he asked
her what his work colleagues would say.
“Does it matter?
Yesterday you thought that everyone already knew and if
they do, what difference is it going to make and if they
don’t… let them speculate… enjoy the fact that they will
be talking about you. Most people will be too polite to
mention anything and anyone who does… smile knowingly
and be proud of the noise… after all, it was something
you bought and something you wanted.”
With that she
patted his padded bottom and sent him out off to work.
right; no one mentioned the noisy rustling, crinkly
sound as he walked by.
In fact it was
safe to say, most people had their own problems and
Ryan’s little noise predicament wasn’t one of them. The
firm seemed to be going through some changes and
everyone was on edge except Ryan. Despite his original
reluctance to wear what his mummy had decided, he quite
liked this enhanced padded feeling at work. He knew it
didn’t matter to any of his work colleagues but he found
that his noisy, little secret left him with a knowing
smile on his face all day.
His mother was
correct about something else as well; the fact that the
padding, coupled with his rowdy silky pants, were a
constant reminder that she was supportive, loving and
knew what he wanted, even if that was before he was
conscious of exactly what that was himself. That hug
around his hips was comforting, just like his mummy’s
hugs. The thick soft fabric so close to his skin,
keeping him safe and secure was everything his mummy was
trying to do for her little boy. Even though his bottom
was still smarting from the hairbrush he realised that
she didn’t want him wasting time worrying about
anything, just to accept her love, do what he’s told and
enjoy the thing he’d obviously been craving so long. As
he walked around his mind was in a very mushy, loving
state and he adored what she was doing for him.
He loved his
work but now he couldn’t wait to get home on an evening.
Mummy would be there and who knew what development she
might have planned. In his head he bounced around the
idea of a brightly painted nursery with cartoon
characters on the wall. He could see a huge crib with a
mobile hanging above it, which played a tinkle-tune
lullaby as he drifted off to sleep. He knew this was
just fantasy and remembered that only a few days ago he
would have rejected the very idea of ever wanting any
such thing; the nappy and plastic pants being the sum
total of his ‘fetish’. However, things had rapidly
changed, his mother had seen to that. No longer was he
playing at being ‘little’, she made sure he was now a
baby with no responsibility. All he had to do was
embrace his mummy’s will, respond to her love and
happily drift into a state of perpetual infantilism.
This was a
dilemma. Wearing a nappy to work was nice and childish
and it had to be admitted, gave Ryan quite a thrill, but
work itself was far too grown-up for a baby. His mother
had thought along these lines since the day she changed
from being ‘mother’ to ‘mummy’. From that first
‘crinkle’ hug of acceptance, when Ryan realised his
mummy was there for him, she had been developing a
strategy to enable her baby boy to be just that. She
loved her son and was very proud that at sixteen, when
he could have gone on to further education and possibly
university, he wanted to work. He was, and is, a sweet
and thoughtful boy but, his mother had determined, his
need to wear nappies had proved to her that he wasn’t
really ready for such responsibility. He did his best
and quite successfully but he wasn’t ready. She had
decided he needed to return to a time of no stress, no
pressure, no responsibility or worries of any kind… her
boy was going to return to being the sweet little baby
boy who his mummy would do everything for.
The first step
was to make sure she had all that was needed. On that
first day after the ‘crinkle’ discovery, she set about
obtaining those very things. Online she was able to tap
in her requests and, thanks to her son’s Paypal account,
get much of the stuff delivered.
Some of the
items were special orders, while others were simple
stock products, the rest she could pick up from any
pharmacist. On an evening, when he returned from work he
was immediately taken to his room where his mother
checked his nappy. Occasionally it was wet but, after a
day out at work, it definitely needed replacing. Once
her son was wiped, cleaned, dried and powdered it was on
with a fresh nappy and plastic pants.
crinkle ones, sometimes the clear, slippery plastic ones
but that was all he was allowed to wear around the
house. The smell of lotion and baby powder would greet
any visitor, not that there were any of course, and the
sight of her son blissfully happy waddling about in a
huge nappy emphasised what she already knew. The initial
baby dummies she bought were too small for him; they
really were for babies and didn’t have enough of a teat
for him to suck on. Thankfully, the first things to
arrive were the correct sized dummies and feeding
bottles so that problem was quickly resolved.
The next problem
to be undertaken was Ryan’s reluctance to mess himself.
His mother understood his problem but he needed to get
over it and, rather than resorting to punishment (the
hairbrush, though rarely used, remained a permanent
threat) she was keen to use other methods.
bottle was just the thing. On the first night she had
them, she filled one up with warm milk and added a
little extra. His ever encouraging mummy made sure he
sucked the entire bottle down just before bed at seven
thirty, checked that his plastic pants were tight and
fitting securely, pushed a new soft teddy bear into his
hands, kissed him good night and waited.
In the morning one humiliated and messy boy sat
up with tears in his eyes hardly believing what had
happened during the night. He hadn’t known it was all
down to his mummy but the fact that she was praising and
happy to clean him up should have said everything.
However, now she
realised there was something else that needed attending
to… his hair… to be precise his pubic hair. With poo all
squished around it made cleaning her son far fiddlier
than it need be. So, she found a large tube of Nair and
that night, before bath time, spread it all over her
Less than a
quarter of an hour later, fresh from his soapy paradise,
he was hairless apart from that on his head. Sleek and
hair-free she smoothed in more lotion and creams, which
got her son excited and it was at that point she decided
something else also needed to be done. Little boys may
well want to play with themselves but that impulse
definitely needed to be tamed. Ryan was twenty-four and
had his own urges that needed to be retrained.
Thankfully the solution was online and, judging by some
of the web pages she’d looked at previously to determine
just what her son liked, she found the very item.
The small clear
plastic lockable cage arrived on the same day as most of
her ‘made-to-measure’ order. On that day
everything began to take form. First she typed a letter
of resignation, which Ryan would hand to his boss the
following day, with immediate effect. Then, once
delivered he returned home where his ever loving mother
stripped him of his grown up clothing, bathed and
informed him from that moment on, he was her precious
Ryan wasn’t so
sure, his mother discerned he was wavering but she had
become a force to be reckoned and had no doubt she knew
what was best for her little boy.
anti-rash cream was rubbed into his groin she attached
the little cage thus restricting his pee-pee to a future
of confinement. He was surprised at this turn of events
and certainly wasn’t happy about it but his acting up
soon stopped after a few swats from the ever menacing
His mummy had
quickly developed a technique that scared, subdued and
stung in equal measure. Ryan came to heel the moment it
slapped emphatically against is reddened bottom. So,
after a few tenderising swats his argumentative side was
quickly subdued. Now, with the only
grown up urge safely controlled behind a plastic cage
she wanted her twenty-four year-old son to know his
place - and that was wearing a nappy and under her
disposables gave way to thick terry nappies and a whole
new batch of crinkly, crackly plastic pants was added to
his wardrobe. Onesies would become both his day and
night ware and short coveralls would be his going out
attire. For when he got ‘fussy’, and so there was
instant access, a dummy was permanently attached to his
clothing, meanwhile, his substantial nappies made sure
crawling was the best way of getting about.
All his clothes
now possessed pop-studs at the crotch so access and
changing were made easier. His potty training wouldn’t
begin for quite some time so he had no option but to use
what mummy had designated.
bulky, crackling bottom shuffle or crawl around the room
was a complete and utter delight for his mummy and Ryan,
well Ryan had to deal with a strange mixture of deep
emotions. His ‘little’ fetish was no longer under his
control. He was after all twenty-four years old, he had
needs and desires that were not catered for by being a
baby but those were now under the complete command of
his suddenly very dominant, determined and decisive
bursts of revolt were soon tamed by a few smacks of the
hairbrush, which his mother used if needed to get
complete and utter compliance. Ryan learned, on an
almost daily basis, that he must never be anything more
than a cute and acquiescent little baby boy… his needs
were second to what his mummy desired.
All he had to
remember was that his mummy loved him very much and that
the only way he could repay that love was to do and be
just what she’d determined.
His mother did
her research. When Ryan had been at work or slept she’d
go online and read more stories, features and facts
about being an ABDL. She couldn’t believe there were so
many other people who enjoyed the same ‘little’
lifestyle that her son ‘enjoyed’. However, she liked the
idea that her baby should be just that… she wanted her
She was aware
that at his age he had a life of his own to lead but,
since she’d discovered there was more to it than just
slipping on a nappy, that there were depths and deeper
longings, she wanted more for her son and perhaps more
importantly, more for herself.
that wearing a nappy for so long in secret had been
detrimental to his well-being and that nothing less than
total immersion in to that lifestyle would make him
She felt like
she hadn’t done enough to free her son from the shackles
he’d had to bear since the day he’d started work. She
blamed herself; she’d known about his little fetish and
had done nothing for all those years to help her boy. It
had been very remiss of her so now she was determined to
something in her life and she couldn’t bear the thought
of eventually losing her boy. He needed looking after,
that was what the secret nappy-wearing had been all
about so obviously, this was what he wanted.
So, the desire
to have her baby permanently back would fill her days
with immense pleasure and was sure he would feel the
same, so, the idea of total regression might be the
solution. The more she read about the subject the more
convinced it was what her nappy-wearing son wanted… no…
struggling with his caged wee-wee. He found it
frustrating, annoying and desperately wanted rid of it.
The lack of access meant he couldn’t do the other thing
he liked to do and that was to jerk off into the soft
folds of his nappy. He hated this restriction mummy
placed on him but his rosy bottom meant that every time
he tried to complain, he was dealt a severe blow - he
liked the spanking less than filling his nappy with
She was positive
that somehow she had to expunge completely his
twenty-four year old thoughts.
She could do
nothing about his body but hoped she could help him
become what she… he… desired … a mind that thought only
of that second.
She’d do more
research and start emptying his mind of all his needless
thoughts. She had to get him over any reluctance to let
go. He needed to know that filling his nappy, playing
with toys, cuddling a teddy bear was all she expected of
regression was the answer.
programme she constantly played through the TV was
having an immediate impact as Ryan squirmed and giggled
as he watched the colourful images swim around the
screen. He quickly learned to cry when his nappy was
messy and gratefully hugged mummy once she’d cleaned him
up and put him in something dry, soft and comfortable.
He loved his new huge nappies and the
colourful cartoon plastic pants which cushioned him as
he occasionally flopped to the floor.
His life was no
longer his own… it was his mothers and she only wanted
him to respond with smiles, giggles and messy nappies!
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