Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 12:03:32 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Master Rob and Slave Boy Nick Pt 11.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

PART 11 - TRUTH DAWNS FINALLY WITH FIRST NAPPY CHANGE.



     I don't remember actually travelling back to the flat, but I awake as
if from a very deep sleep. As my mind starts to take my surroundings in, I
realise I am laid, flat on my back, on the bed in my flat. I stretch as
best I can, and realise my hands are cuffed to the bed head and my ankles
to the foot of the bed, and look up at the mirrored ceiling taking in the
full picture of my body, laid there on the shinny red rubber undersheet,
with my head on the large pink PVC covered pillow.

     As my mind focuses more sharply, I take in the full sight before me, I
was laying there wearing only a brilliant white towelling nappy inside a
pair of pink tinted rubber pants, the sort with tight fitting elastic
around the waist and legs to prevent piss from leaking out. I felt quite
humiliated at being dressed like this, a grown man in his forties, dressed
in baby diapers and rubber over pants in girlie pink. I could feel from the
cold damp feeling around my groin that I must have soiled my nappy as it
felt very heavy and sloppy and I think I may also have shit in them as the
stench is very strong in the room.  What the hell is Master Rob going to
think of me his FUCK BOY BITCH tied to the bed dressed in a nappy and
having shit and pissed himself. I tried to get the cuffs off, but they
where solid metal and securely locked in position.

     Laid there I started to think back at what I could remember, I
remember arriving at what I now know to have been some kind of clinic, to
see a Mr Ian Smith. I recall waiting for him sat naked in a waiting room
and having a drink of orange juice, then nothing. I racked my brains trying
to remember. It was just a blank though and I could not remember anything
more of that time. The next I can remember was coming to in the private
room laid in a bed covered with a white sheet. I had come too and Master
Rob was there with another man, I presume it was Ian Smith, but I cannot
focus on his face at all. Things started to flood back and at what they had
told me they had done surgically to my body and that I was now a full FUCK
BOY BITCH in looks as well as in mind.

     I looked up at the ceiling to look more closely at the reflected
image, laid out before me and looked at the face. Yes my eyebrows where
thinner, my nose was slightly thinner and shorter, I wasn't quite as lined
and I didn't have much of a beard growth. My face however was not really
that much altered it just looked slightly more younger, boyish with a
slight femininity to it, some would say softer look about it. At least I
could accept my face although I was in my forties, I had always looked
about 35 and now I looked to be about 30 which in a very vain sort of way I
was very pleased about.

      My throat looked no different, and I could still see my small Adam's
Apple, but I was sure Ian had said he had removed this. I must have got
that wrong, I would have to ask Master Rob when I saw him. I also
remembered Ian telling me about enhancing my breasts to an 'A' cup, but
stretched out like this on the bed I could not really tell much from my
reflection. Looking down with my head I could make out a difference, yes
they had definitely been enhanced and breast implants put in and my nipples
where more prominent. The change however where not that drastic that I
looked like an out and out woman. It gave more of the impression of a young
boys breasts, with a slightly feminine look which again I could live
with. What the hell a lot of men have breasts and after all I was a BOY
BITCH.

     The waistline was also thinner and I would have said that although
before I could wear a 30 inch waist I could probably get away with a 28
inch now, not bad really for a forty year old FUCK BOY BITCH. The wider
thighs also helped with the over all shape and look of a thinner waist
line. I could not see but felt the fuller firmer buttocks against the bed,
and now felt the slimy, slippery shit filling my nappy. That bloody stupid
nappy and over pants prevented me from seeing the real and biggest shock I
had really received. If I remember rightly I no longer had any cock but it
had been replaced by a girlie clitoris. This I don't think I am going to
like at all, it was really a bit OTT. If only I could see it, I had to know
the damage Ian had done. I did not feel any pressure in my bladder but I
realised that I was pissing myself filling my soiled nappy up even
more. The warm sensation around my groin as the towelling absorbed my baby
boys golden piss from my girlie clit.

     I was shocked to see Steve and the two Marks, standing in the doorway
to the bedroom, and felt more like a naughty boy as I lay on the bed before
them pissing into my nappy I was wearing.

Steve : "What's the matter then, has the naughty little baby FUCK BOY BITCH
pissed and shit in his nappy then?"

Nick : "Yes young Sir's, this pathetic little Baby Pussy Boy has messed in
his panties Sir's and needs his nappy changed."

      I thought that my voice had come back and realised that my vocal
tones had risen a couple of pitches. It was not as deep and masculine as it
had been, but in time I could live with it. At least it wasn't a really
female voice, thank goodness. The two Mark's unlocked my restraints and I
slipped off the bed. As I tried to stand up the pain in my legs was
tremendous and I jumped back onto the bed landing on my buttocks and
splattering the shit in my nappies even more around my crotch. I then
remembered about the shortening of the tendons and ligaments in my leg, so
I got off the bed again remembering to stay on tip toes. Steve told me to
get to the bathroom and clean myself up, I would find fresh nappies to put
on in the bathroom cupboard. I got to the bathroom and took of the rubber
over pants, put no matter how hard I tried I could not get the large safety
pin of the nappies undone. In the end as one of the Mark's was stood in the
bathroom doorway, laughing at my predicament I had to ask him if he would
undo the safety pin for me.

Mark : "What's the matter is the little Baby Pussy Boy unable to undo a
simple little Safety Pin then ?"

Nick : Hanging my head in total humiliation "Yes Sir, Baby Pussy Boy is so
pathetic I can't undo my own nappy's safety pins Sir."

      Once he had undone the safety pin I peeled the shit and piss caked
nappy off, and with trepidation looked down at what I now had between my
legs, expecting to see my manhood gone and a girlie clit in it's place. My
mind or something must be playing tricks, because I still had a cock, if
you can call it that. I got into the shower quickly and cleaned of the shit
from my crotch so I could see better. Yes, I pinched myself hard to see if
I was dreaming, the pain told me I wasn't. I still had a cock, my manhood
or should I say looking at it my baby boy hood had been preserved. I was
over the moon my cock was no longer erect, rigid and throwing a constant
boner which had become very uncomfortable and painful at times. Yes it was
the width of my ring finger and protruded no more than just over an inch it
was magnificent. I also still had a set of balls though these to had been
reduced greatly and would be about a ¬ inch diameter each ball, in tight
fitted skin sacks at the base of my BABY BOYS PEE PEE TOY. On washing my
tiny balls in the warm water of the shower I was humiliated to find that
Ian or Master Rob had decided to have a laugh at my expense, as they had
inserted a round bell in each sack as filling. This meant that when they
hung free and I walked or if you tapped them they both rang out. It then
also dawned on me that the Prince Albert ring and bell had been removed,
but I could see that with a cock this size it would have looked stupid and
the bells forming my balls made up for the loss of my Prince Albert bell,
which I had got very much used to. I then realised that the cock ring had
gone, but now with the size of my cock and balls would not have stayed on
anyway.

      With my body showered I lay down on the floor and put a new towel
nappy on, put struggled to get the safety pin fastened. Once again I had to
ask Mark who was still standing in the door way to the bathroom, laughing
his head off at me. Mark quickly fixed the safety pin into place and
slipped my pink rubber over pants up over my clean white nappy. We then
joined the others in the sitting room. As I entered I noticed at the far
end of the room sat a babies high chair. Steve gave me my coffee he had
made for me and told me Master Rob would be here soon to talk to me. I
thanked Steve for the coffee and tip toed over to it, raised myself up into
it and sat down, then closed the tray down infront of me and started to
drink my coffee. At the same time I started to think why had I got into
this high chair, there where other seats available in the room, and nobody
had ordered me into it, I had just done it myself, which now caused me some
humiliation at seeing the room erupt into laughter at my realisation as to
what I had done. What was even more disturbing was that despite this
awareness I did not make any effort to change my seat, but sat slightly red
faced drinking my coffee.

     I felt cleaner and fresher in my changed Nappy and pink rubber over
pants and was very pleased with what Ian had done with my body apart from
possibly the bells in my ball sacks and my feet. The rest I could get away
with though now in an upright position the 'A' cup tits I had been given
with the peaked nipples looked decidedly a bit to feminine possibly, but
maybe with time I can get use to them. After all I can always get the
implants removed. I don't know where I got the idea of the girlie clit. It
was not till later that I found out Master Rob and Ian had been discussing
possibilities for my cock whilst I was asleep in the same room and I must
have subconsciously picked up on the clit idea probably through shear fear.

      The truth now out and sat in my babies high chair in my clean white
nappy drinking my coffee I awaited the arrival of Master Rob. Steve and the
two Marks having drunk up, left to go out for a couple of hours. I was sat
in the chair for some time before Master Rob Entered the flat and came into
the sitting room. Due to the diaretic nature of coffee I had now refilled
my new nappy with a huge load of my own shit and three loads of my piss
which just ran out of me. I had tried to get the restraining tray up so I
could go and change but I was unable to get the catch undone. Master Rob
sat down and started to tell me what had been done to me and why, whilst I
sat in a babies high chair in my soiled nappy and pink rubber over pants.

To Be Continued...........