Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2014 17:35:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike H <nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 8

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I headed for home at exactly 5:30. That last message had me panicking and
taking the most direct route home. I kept becoming aware of urges to go,
but held back.

By the time I got home, I was soaked and sweating profusely. My neighbour
was waving me to come over.

"Not now!", I thought, but headed over anyway.

"Hi", he said, "some packages arrived today so I signed for them - they're
here".

Looking through into his hallway, there were several boxes of what I
assumed were nappies. We spent the next few minutes ferrying them to my
hallway with me worrying the whole time about what would soon happen in my
nappy.  I thanked my neighbour and went back into my house. Closing the
door, I leant back against it in relief. I'd made it!

The `phone started ringing and I answered it, hearing His voice at the
other end.

"Hi Nappyboy, nice to see you got home promptly. Good day at work?"

"Please, never do that again?", I started, "it's not appropriate to give me
laxatives at work ..."

He cut me off mid-flow.

"I didn't."

"What? But you said ..."

"I have friends over tonight and thought you might want to pop over. If you
were late back from work, you probably wouldn't want to. However, you're
back in good time to change, drink another 2 litres and head over. Don't
worry about eating, you can do that here. I think the plug, dirty onesie
and dungarees need another outing too. Shall we say an hour?".

With that, he hung up leaving me speechless. I must have imagined those
urges!

An hour didn't leave me much time, but I decided to empty the contents of
the various packages first. As suspected, I had received nappies and the
plastic pants I had ordered at the weekend. I packed them away, completely
filling my old underwear drawer and putting the rest in the bottom of one
of the wardrobes. After that, I started drinking and headed for the shower.

I showered and calmed myself down - I was still really annoyed about the
threat of loss of control forcing my sudden departure from work.

After a leisurely shower, I lubed up the plug and started to insert
slowly. My hole was sore from its weekend pounding and it took a while to
get it all the way in me. I could feel it pushing against my prostate and
precum leaked freely out of me, somehow making the cage all the more
frustrating. I could see precum oozing out of me, but do nothing to relive
myself. I tried fucking myself with the plug, but it made things worse.

I put on a fresh nappy, "the" onesie, and my dungarees. Socks and trainers
on, I finished the rest of my drink and set off. Along the way, I made a
game of pissing my nappy whenever I saw anyone vaguely cute. By the time I
got to his, I was hard in my cage - with the CB on, I was in a permanent
state of horniness. I finally arrived at His apartment about 20 minutes
late.

I pressed the buzzer.

"22 minutes late. That's 22 with the paddle. Come up."

I blushed - it had never occurred to me that I had a time-limit. After
climbing the stairs and entering His apartment, I removed my shoes and
socks and went towards the living room.

"In here", he called from the bedroom.

Changing direction, I went into the bedroom where he had laid out a
cocktail stick, a bambino nappy and the paddle. He unfastened the dungarees
and let them fall to the floor, then pulled the crotch of the onesie open.

"Bend over the bed", he ordered.

I bent over the bed, as instructed, and he unfastened my nappy, leaving my
lying on the wet mass.

"At least it's wet", he said, pushing the base of the plug a couple of
times. I went hard instantly.

He picked up the paddle and started to administer the 22 swipes I had
earned. The plug prevented me from clenching properly, but that didn't stop
me trying! The shape of the base of the plug meant that with each stroke, I
clenched - and with each clench, I roughly fucked myself with it. By the
time he had finished, my eyes were streaming.

He pulled up my wet nappy and make lots of small holes in it with the
cocktail stick. The tapes wouldn't fasten properly, but he wasn't concerned
about that - he merely put the Bambino under me and then fastened that over
the now compromised nappy.

"Right", he said, "we only have a few moments left. So get dressed and come
through - oh, and no holding your piss!".

My backside stung. At least the back padding of my inner nappy had cooled
down, so that provided some slight relief. I knew that when it warmed up,
the stinging would increase again though. As I stood up, I could feel the
inner nappy slip a little but the outer nappy held it in place. I fastened
the crotch on the onesie, and was just pulling up the dungarees when the
buzzer sounded.

I could hear him telling the visitor to come up. I headed to the living
room and awaited the arrival of our guest.

While we waited, I was handed a pint glass.

"Lager", he said, "enjoy!", and winked. He walked to the apartment door and
invited his guest in.

I took a sip of my drink - it was warmer than it should be. Another glass
of piss, this time with a lager top! It seemed that His comments about him
not requiring the bathroom much while I was around were still in force. I
let go and was pissing in my nappy when they walked in.

"Ok, guys, I think we should head out and grab something to eat - we can
introduce ourselves while we're out ... so whenever you're ready ...", He
said, looking at my drink and then at me. I gulped down the rest of my
drink and walked towards the door, hoping my nappies weren't too obvious. I
could hear them crinkle as I walked. The inner nappy was definitely loose
and I could feel it moving more than usual. I hoped the outer nappy and
onesie sou;d hold!

We walked to a small Italian restaurant and headed in. After asking for a
table for three, we followed the waiter. He told me to sit next to his
friend, with me next to the area where the waiter would stand. I sat very
gingerly, my recent spanking and plug both making sitting more difficult. I
was also very aware that my dungarees gaped slightly at the sides. If
anyone looked, they would know I was in a onesie, and the bold marks on my
outer nappy were visible through the thin onesie fabric. I tried to shuffle
on my seat to get the dungarees to gape less.

I looked at the menu and tried to ignore the plug pushing against my
prostate. My cock had decided to go hard inside its cage, and I found it
extremely uncomfortable. I was suddenly aware that the waiter had returned
to our table. I blushed.

"Would you like to order drinks while you choose your meal?", the waiter
asked.

"Yes - two pints of lager, and Jason ...", He looked over to his friend,
"... for you?"

"Oh, I think I'll go for a lager too ...", Jason replied.

"And, can we have a large jug of water too, please?", He asked.

"Sure", said the waiter, and headed over to the bar.

We made small talk although, in all honesty, I was willing my cock to go
soft - which it ignored. I became aware that Jason kept looking at me, or
more particularly, towards the side-opening of my dungarees. He was trying
to be subtle about it, but I could almost feel his gaze landing on my nappy
waistline.

The drinks arrived and the waiter poured water into the glasses on the
table. The waiter obviously knew both of the other two guys - they had a
brief catch-up before the waiter turned to me, looked me up and down and
asked

"So how do you know these two reprobates?"

He replied for me.

"He's mine. Hands off", and laughingly added, "but I can make him available
for use, if you come over for an evening!".

Both Jason and the waiter were looking in my general direction.  In that
one sentence, He had defined the dynamic between us.

He also looked directly at me and said, "He lives just up by the ... RIVER"

I pissed myself. I was shocked - I didn't intend to piss, but I actually
pissed myself. I could feel my own piss dribbling round my balls and the
nappy warming up. I tried to stop, but found that made it worse.

"I might just do that", said the waiter, "it's been a while", and then went
over to talk to the patrons sat at the next table.

He looked at me, smiling, "Don't worry, he's an old friend and can fuck for
hours! Keep drinking, I'd hate for you to dry up like a RIVER"

I capitalised the word RIVER because I later (much later) found out that He
had set that word in the hypnosis recordings to help anchor me wetting my
nappy and give Him a way to prevent me controlling my own ability to stay
dry. As far as I was aware though, I had just pissed myself for no apparent
reason, and I was genuinely shocked that I had.

I grabbed the lager and took a sip.

The rest of the meal was relatively uneventful. He ordered a pizza for me,
and we chatted while eating. I found out that Jason was a Doctor and worked
at the local hospital.

During the course of the meal, I was given the rest of the large jug of
water to drink. Both of my nappies were filling and the inner one had
reached the `squishy' stage. I found myself liking that feeling. My
backside had stopped stinging, but the plug kept me hard. Once again, I
found myself yearning to cum.

We finished our meal and stood up, ready to leave. My inner nappy dropped
slightly and I could feel the weight between my legs, pulling my onesie
tighter. The result of my repeated pissing through the meal was that the
whole nappy area had swollen considerably. Perhaps I was too
self-conscious, but I thought it blatantly obvious that I was wearing a
nappy underneath my clothing. I was petrified they would start leaking, and
headed towards the door. He paid at the bar, and the waiter accompanied us
to the door.

As I went through the door, the waiter patted my backside and then said,
"Thought so", then to Him, "I think I might pop over soon to take you up on
your offer"

"Please do", he replied, "give me a call and we'll sort something out".

With that, we headed back to His apartment. I was more waddling than
walking because the nappies had continued to swell while we
chatted. Gravity, it seems, was also having fun at my expense!

When we got back to the apartment, they went into the sitting room while I
removed my trainers and socks. I heard him talking to Jason.

"As I mentioned on the `phone, I wanted to ask a favour ..."

I followed into the living room and He gently caught hold of me, pulling me
closer.

"... I have him this far", He said, and somehow flicked the clasps at the
top of my dungarees, causing them to unfasten and drop to the floor. I
yelped and covered my crotch with my hands - a completely useless move -
you could hardly avoid the rest of my nappied state, covered by a stained
onesie.

"But", He carried on (ignoring me), "we spoke some time ago about
catheterisation and I would like to learn how to catheterise my nappyboy
here. The hypnosis will work over time, but I think he'll try to hold his
piss from time to time, and I want him to learn to fill his nappy all the
time. So, I thought I would invite you over and ask if you would teach me
how to do it safely."

Jason looked at me and back at Him.

"Well, I only offered because I know you'll do it eventually, so I'd prefer
you to know how to do it properly".

He beamed! "Excellent - when can we start?"

Jason suggested that he talk through the anatomy immediately and then he
would bring everything required over at the end of the week, He could then
check up over a weekend to see how I reacted to having a catheter
installed.

One by one, He undid the snap-fastenings under my crotch. When the last one
opened, the weight of the nappies caused the tapes on one side to give way
and my double-nappied state was exposed to the world. With the bottom of
the onesie flapping, He then undid the other side and my soaked nappies
fell to the floor with a thump. He removed my onesie revealing my
completely smooth body, my CB6000S, and plug.

I was so embarrassed that it felt like my entire body was blushing, but
Jason seemed largely oblivious to my state. After coming over and
performing a minute inspection of my straining cock and balls, Jason
suggested that we would need to remove the cage, sterilise it and thread
the catheter through the piss-slot opening. Jason handled my bits and
mentioned that being circumcised would mean I could probably adapt to a
catheter easier.

He jokingly responded saying he'd already told me that the moment I was
cut, I was destined to become a sub.

The two chatted for a few moments about my anatomy, with Jason pointing out
all the things that He needed to consider.

Jason asked, "So what do you want from catheterisation?"

He replied, "Control! It's like now - nappyboy should be leaking like a
tap. He's been drinking all night and he stands there filling his bladder
instead of dribbling. I want him to need his nappies and only feel secure
when he's in them. If I let him loose like this, he can choose to hold it
all in and only piss just before we meet. I want his bladder training to
stay empty and if I then choose to put him in clothing without a nappy on,
he'll piss himself."

Jason looked at me and asked, "Are you Ok with this?"

I nodded.

"Right", said Jason, "I'll come back on Friday. If you change your mind,
let me know, but if not - it'll be an interesting weekend all round".

Leaving me standing with my nappy-area exposed, He showed Jason to the door
and came back to me.

"Good", he said, "you can still see where I paddled you too". He grabbed my
caged erection and pulled me into the playroom. There, he held a glass
under my cock and told me to piss. I nearly filled the glass. He then
fastened me into the sling and picked up the paddle again.

"Right", he said, "you will learn not to hold your piss!".

He gave me another sound paddling and then roughly pulled the plug out of
me. It came out with a sucking noise and a thud as he let it drop to the
floor. He pulled out his cock and lubed it up then rammed it balls deep
into my still-open hole.

He fucked me roughly and I felt him shoot deep inside me. He stayed there
until he softened and then I felt the familiar warmth of His piss hitting
my insides. As he pulled out, he picked up the plug and pubed it up before
installing that in my raw hole, effectively locking his piss and cum inside
me.

He went back to the living room and came back with my wet nappies. He told
me to lift up and put them back under and around me.

"You haven't filled these yet, so you're going home in them."

He fetched some duct tape and fastened it around the outer nappy. You'll
stay in these until tomorrow morning now. When you get home, you'll drink
another two litres of liquid. You need to learn to stay wet, ok?".

I nodded.

"Good, I shall send instructions of what needs to be in the picture proving
you're still wearing this tomorrow morning", he said unfastening me from
the sling. As I stood up, he held the back of my nappies open and poured my
glass of piss down my back and into the nappies.

"Just in case you felt a little cold", he said.

Sore, plugged and double-nappied, I headed for home. I was convinced that
everyone could see me waddling slightly, or perhaps even be able to make
out the extremely thick padding!

When I got back home, I simply stripped to my nappies, turned on the
hypnosis recordings, turned off the lights and started dreaming of what
would happen the following weekend ...