Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 16:37:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike H <nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 13

Apologies for the delay in getting this part out. But here's the next part
of the story ... I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for all the emails, they
inspire me to continue.

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--I began to accept my new state: I was now constantly wearing either one
or two nappies. The cage stayed on and I was beginning to understand the
frustrations of long-term chastity: I was horny all the time and would have
given virtually anything to get off. He had me catheterised most weekends
and sent new hypnosis file updates to encourage me to wet more and lose
more control.

Christmas was approaching fast. I'd made arrangements to go to my parents
for boxing day - and He extended this through from the evening of Christmas
day. He wanted me to spend some time with my parents as I hadn't seen them
for a while - although I had a sinking feeling that He would go through
with the threat to have me catheterised before going. Somehow, I knew I
wasn't going to get away with not wearing my nappies while there.

On Christmas Eve, He decided to take me out shopping for a "few
essentials".

We got a taxi into town and then went into his favourite fetish shop.

`We need a bigger plug for nappyboy here', he said loudly to the assistant.

The assistant looked me up and down - I was in my dungarees again, along
with my thin piss-stained onesie and two M4's.

He carried on, `The one he has in has started slipping out when he's
walking around so it's time for a bigger one'.

The assistant grinned, `yeah, that happens if you wear them a lot. What
size has he got in? Or, more importantly, what size do you want for him?'

`You know', He said shooting the assistant a grin back, `I'm not sure. Do
you have a changing room and I'll find out?'

`Sure - over there. Not sure I can help out as we're a bit busy, but happy
to show you what we have when you know what size you want.'

He led me over to the changing cubicle.

`Ok, in you go - give me your plug. Once it's out, pass it to me and then
wait.'

As instructed, I went into the cubicle and pulled the curtain behind me. He
pulled it open a little so he could see what I was up to. I dropped the
dungaree shoulder straps and let them drop round my ankles. Then, I
unfastened the press-studs to open the crotch on my onesie before reaching
down the back of my wet inner nappy. I pulled on the base of the plug and
extracted it from my hole. I twisted it a couple of times around the inside
my nappy to ensure it was clean enough to hand over without any
embarrassment.

I handed it to Him who was still standing outside the cubicle.

`Great - now hop out so someone else can use the cubicle.'

I reached down to fasten up again.

`No. No - as you are - you'll be putting the new plug in again in a
moment.'

I blushed.

`I can't - let me pull my dungarees up at least.'

`And I thought you were getting better - that's one round with the paddle
when we get back - now, as you are ... all your bits are covered, and it is
a fetish shop, so no-one's going to mind'

I shuffled out of the cubicle and stood there: smooth arms and legs, wet
nappy, onesie with the studs all opened - all on show. Despite the
embarrassment, I actually found myself getting hard in the CB6000S. Perhaps
I had a touch of exhibitionist in me after all.

He found the assistant and came back after what seemed an eternity of
talking and choosing. It looked like he'd bought a few items. The shop
assistant put them in a black carrier bag and then started serving another
customer, but not before he'd taken a long lingering look at me. I wet my
nappy in silent protest!

`Right', he said passing me a new plug and a tube of lube, `put this in,
then we can go and eat.'

I looked at the plug. It was huge compared to the last one.

`Come on', He said, `get on with it!'

I shuffled back into the cubicle and lubed the plug. In order to fit it in,
I dropped the back of my nappies slightly and squatted as best I could. The
plug took some working in - I had to push it in until my hole couldn't take
any more, then I'd pull back out and go again. He kept tapping his foot and
trying to make me hurry up, but I had to work my anal muscles to get my
hole relaxed enough to accommodate the plug. After what seemed an eternity,
it finally slipped inside me with an excruciating slurp and my hole snapped
around the base. I'd got it in, but had no idea if I would be able to get
it out without hurting myself. Quickly, I pulled up my nappies and fastened
my onesie. Then I pulled up the dungarees and stepped out of the cubicle.

As we left the shop, I could only waddle due to the side of the plug. This
would take some getting used to. The assistant's eyes never left me as we
made our exit.

`That took 15 minutes', he said, `so that's 15 swats with the cane when we
get back in. I don't like being kept waiting like that. But first - let's
grab some lunch. You can think about how red your ass is going to be when
we get back in'.

He had decided we should go via Burger King where he asked to super-size
the drinks. He passed both to me - clearly he wanted me wet.

`I'm not punishing or changing you until you've filled both of those
nappies - when you leak, we'll change you.'

After finishing the food and drink, I felt incredibly full and was glad
that he chose to walk back. It'd give me a chance to get used to the plug
before having to suffer it in a taxi or on the tube. Also, I'd managed to
wet quite a lot by the time we got back home.

As we went into the inner hallway, I stripped down to my onesie while He
went to get more to drink. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and
became aware of just how swollen my nappies were. I guessed that few people
could have failed to notice that bulge!

I walked into the living room and was told to sit down. I had to sit gently
to stop the plug from hurting too much. My ass was certainly filled.

`Right - we have a few things to sort out for tomorrow and when you
return', he said.

He grinned and passed me a bag.

`Don't look inside yet. Now tomorrow, you're going to catch the train to
your parents so I want to make sure you're properly prepared for the
journey. I'm going to tell you what's going to happen so that you have time
to let it sink in. Now, just to make sure you follow all the instructions
to the letter, I've found an app that I want to install on your `phone, so
unlock it and pass it over'.

I gave Him the `phone.

`Good', he said as the app finished installing, `now look, this gives you a
task from my to-do list, then records either video or photo's and sends
them to me along with your location. Each shot includes additional data
that will tell me exactly what was happening at the time. Each task will
only unlock after you finish the previous one, and some at a specific time
- these have an alarm so you can't miss them. You will take this bag along
with you, and you can also take sufficient nappies to change while at your
parents and for the journey back. This app also has access to all your
contacts, messages, diary and email - if you try to do anything without my
permission, I shall know.'

He looked at his `phone.

`Finally', He said, `you'll see this button here'. He pointed to a large
`?' symbol.

I nodded.

`If you want to ask for permission for anything, then you press that
button. It sends me a message so I can answer.'

`Now', He said, `I'm going to let the Internet decide how long you should
remain in chastity. I've thought about this for a while and decided I'd
give you a chance to cum one last time - and then it will be the last time,
forever. However, it's for the net to decide when that might happen. The
app has a number here', He pointed to a large `0:00:00' at the top of the
screen, `and this says how many days, hours and minutes you have left in
chastity before you can be released. The app has the ability to upload a
picture to social media sites along with a vote option. Anyone can see the
picture and decide whether to add more time to your lock-up or not. I set
it so that every new follower adds a day; for every like it will adds half
a day; and for every re-post, it adds another day.'

He went over to his PC and entered his password.

`We have to consider your punishment for complaining earlier and this will
flavour your starting count', he said. `So, I think it's 10 days to start
and I shall upload these pictures and make the site live ...', He entered
"10" and pressed return, "now!".

My `phone beeped and the number at the top became "10:00:00".  It beeped
again and a notification appeared saying "Nappyboy will photograph his
smooth legs and show his pissy onesie crotch and nappy within 2
minutes". The phone started playing a `tick-tock' sound.

`Go on', He said, `do it'.

I grabbed the `phone and hit the camera icon. I took a picture showing the
top of my legs and the crotch of my onesie stretched over the double wet
M4s. I hit the "Ok" button and the ticking sound stopped.

I could see the picture arrive on His PC and `phone. Within a few seconds,
the number at the top of the screen had jumped up by 3 days. My picture had
been seen and shared already.

`Excellent', he said, `it's working. You are really going to enjoy the trip
to your parents.'

The picture had also shown that I'd started leaking. My onesie was getting
wet.

`Let's get you changed - you'll be wearing that again tomorrow, so we don't
want you too wet today'.

We went through to the playroom where he motioned that I should bend over
the a padded bar. He roughly removed my onesie and pulled my nappies
down. He grabbed them and taped them back around my head. The smell was
quite something as I'd been in them all day and leaked a lot of precum
too. The whole of my diaper area felt cool now they were exposed to the
elements.

He fastened my hands to the bench and then pulled my legs wider apart,
exposing more of my plugged ass.

For a few seconds, I didn't hear anything and then there was a swish
followed by sharp pain. He paddled me until the whole of my ass was red and
tingling.

Then, He fetched his cane and said `you were naughty earlier and I won't
tolerate that kind of disobedience - I said you would receive 15 swats with
the cane and you will. Each is also going on to your page so that others
can see that you've been naughty too - it might make people think about
voting for extending your time in chastity. It's your own fault - had you
been good, only that one picture would have gone up - now they'll see your
head buried in that wet nappy, your hairless and plugged butt getting it,
and then your re-nappied state afterwards. In the future, you might want to
consider how you behave'.

I heard the camera-click sound from the `phone. Then the whoosh of the cane
as it whipped through the air and hit my exposed cheeks. With each swipe of
the cane, He took another photograph. When He'd finished, He turned me
over, took another shot showing my caged cock and then put a fresh nappy on
me. I wet it immediately and heard the camera click again.

He took the wet nappies off my face and led me back to the living room. I
could see that the counter had already gone to 102 days.