Does John need Potty Training?
John flinched as Nurse Marie slammed the bathroom door and started unbuttoning his rubber shorts. Even after six months in nappies, he still found it humiliating to be forced to use his nappies and THEN be scolded for his lack of control. The worrying fact was that using his nappies these days only really became evident to him after the event when the wetness chaffed his skin or someone commented on the smell. “What a Dirty Boy you are!!” She sat on a tiny three legged stool in front of him as her experienced hands deftly peeled the blue rubber garment down and rolled off the plastic pants that covered the sodden terry nappy. Both garments rested around his ankles to remind him of his babyish state. Shamefully, he stood meekly and silently before her. His legs ajar and his knees bent to allow easy removal of the nappy. Her rubber gloved hands made easy work of the large pins and with in seconds the heavy terry fell to the tiled floor with a wet thud It was only then that she became aware that the nappy was not only wet, he had even managed to soil himself slightly! Nurse Marie pointed to the heavy brown staining to nudge his humiliation.
“Do you want to use the Potty now that’s off?” Again, shamefully, he shook his head. Using the Potty was concerned a privilege but only if you managed to perform immediately, but more often than not, a result was not instantly visible and painfully large enemas or uncomfortable rear end examinations were the order of the day. “I am thinking of some real serious potty training tomorrow as I think that now you are showing some small signs of improvement.” Again, she pointed at the befouled cloth lying on the floor. “I know looking at that you appear to have a long way to go but no-one said it would be easy.” She smiled at the look of excitment on his face. She knew that he really did want to grow up and one day get out of nappies. Even the opportunity of just using his nappy for ‘wetties’ would be a great start. Nurse Marie rubbed a damp sponge around his crotch, before making him turn around and bend over while she attended to his ‘pooey bottom’, as she often described it. With that over, she turned her attention to his penis, pulling back the foreskin and passing the sponge over the sensitive glands beneath. The smell of Dior wafted upwards and he began to feel heady with desire. The glow in his loins transmitting itself to swelling in his penis. “Poor John….” His penis continued to grow under her soft touch. He knew what was coming but it did nothing to dampen his ardor. “Trying so hard to be a man and impress me with this..” Oh! How he hated her tauntings, her vile unkind games. Marie wasn’t only the prettiest Nurse from the Agency, she was also the most divine angel he had ever met.
“But look at yourself..” Her grip became firmer on his shaft. “Baby Pants and a smelly, shitty nappy around your ankles, Rubber baby Vest and a Dummy around your neck! What do you think you are…? How are you going to grow up to ever be a man?” His penis was now rock hard and waves of pleasure were gathering deep within him. As the crescendo approached, his legs felt weak and started shaking. A rubber gloved hand slid under his testicles and started to massage his bottom. Even under his impending orgasm, he hated her. Hated her for the fact that his weakness allowed this blatant humiliation. “Ahhh..” He cried out as a finger perforated the tender tissue of his anus and pushed in deeply. the power she exerted over him was total and complete. He had no will or desire to fight back any more and with each passing day, settled into the role of servitude and infancy. He exploded into the air, his knees barely able to support him as spasm after spasm rocked across his body. Nurse Marie’s hand continued to milk him long after the pleasure had ebbed away and her other hand stayed anchored firmly around and within his rear end. His copious semen had covered the Nurse from her starched cap, across her face and downwards. Her red cotton tunic and rubber apron literally running with the white creamy discharge. But she didn’t appear too disturbed. “What a messy Baby you are. Time for your nappy I think..” The finger ‘plopped’ out of his backside and Marie frowned as she briefly examined the soiled glove before discarding them. “Are you sure you don’t want the Potty?” Again John declined and Marie shook her head in mock despair. With clean rubber gloves on, she wiped some sperm off her face and folded a large white nappy on her lap. “I sometimes wonder if you are going to take this potty training seriously. Lie down on the floor Baby..” He didn’t really need to be told but responded immediately to her command, handicapped slightly by the restrictive shorts and plastic pants hobbling his ankles together. Involuntary, he shivered as his warm flesh made contact with the stone tiles and he looked down on himself, his penis now defeated in exhaustion. Nurse Marie scrapped the stool legs as she shuffled into a better position, bent over and slid the neat folded terry under John’s already raised buttocks. “I know you are going to pooh..” John immediately flushed crimson. “I’m not Nurse..” She ignored him and lifted his thighs, examining the remains of a nappy rash around his bottom. “..So I better cover you in baby cream because you’ll not get another change till the morning… Then you’ll feel more like using the potty,, that’s for sure, young man!” He quietly seethed under her taunts as she slapped generous amounts of Castor Oil Cream on his bottom and thighs. With the jar top replaced she wiped her gloves on the nappy and pulled a nappy liner out of a box behind her. Again he dutifully lifted his bottom as this was positioned beneath him and he closed his eyes as Marie pulled the front of the nappy forward and started pinning it tightly to the sides. “OK…Stand up now….” Nurse Marie helped support him as he got to his feet and John turned bright crimson as an escape of anal flatulence sounded muted but clear under the thick padding of his nappy. “Its too late to use the Potty now, Baby John had his chance before..” Marie smiled as she pulled the still damp plastic pants up, tucking in the loose ends under the elastic. She like to use wet waterproofs again, saying the smell would help baby remember exactly what he was, a dirty, smelly boy. Even with a fresh clean nappy underneath, the stale rubbers kept John smelling constantly as an infant and he shrunk even lover as the ammoniac atmosphere covered him. Next followed the blue rubber shorts which had pop fasteners on the fly. She rose from the stool and moved around him, pulling down the matching blue rubber vest and zipping the two garments together, the zip starting at the back and finishing at the back. A small brass padlock effectively locked the two garments together so even when Nurse was away, he certainly had no access to his nappies, whatever condition they were in! “Time for bed!” Marie looked at her watch on her chest and tutted. “Baby’s kept me working late! And I’m meant to be going out with my boyfriend soon!” She turned him in the direction of his cot and pushed him forward. “Go and lie down, I’ll bring you your milk..” He approached the cot and gingerly lay on the clean starched cotton sheet, Marie had already changed the bed as he had wet so much last night that he’d leaked very badly. Sometimes she made him sleep in damp sheets as a punishment. He turned startled as she silently entered the room and slapped him painfully on the thigh. “Stop daydreaming and do what I tell you!” John didn’t need a second invitation and bounced on the mattress, rubbing his leg at the same time. Sulking, he accepted the offered bottle of milk and started sucking on it as she leant forward and kissed him on the forehead. “Nite Nite, sleep tight!” As Marie pulled up the side, a load rumbling erupted deep beneath his nappy. The young blond Nurse smiled, and pulled the cot lid over, locking it in place. “A word of advise Baby, the less you mess in your nappy, the better you’ll sleep.” She giggled as her Baby crossed his legs and blew a kiss in his direction. “See you in the morning..” As the bedroom door closed, John groaned as a stronger, more powerful cramp gripped his belly.
John moaned as Nurse Sophie threw open the curtains. Sunlight flooded across the room, causing the 25 year old adult baby to screw up his eyes. “Pooh! It is smelly in here.” Sophie waved as hand across her pretty face and opened the window at the same time. John blushed. He knew exactly what she was talking about, his nappies were totally filled with his lack of control during the night. “Do you know why it’s so smelly in here, John?” With a cynical smile on her face, she unlocked the cot lid and folded it back against the wall. John cringed under her gaze as her eyes dropped to the bulky soiled nappy around his waist. “You really are a pathetic little baby, aren’t you?” She held out her rubber gloved hand to him and he took it, still refusing to look her in the eye. “Come on then, lets get you through to the bathroom, I want to show you something.” He waddled after her, humiliatingly aware of the heavy mess sitting under his bottom. Sophie closed the bathroom door behind her before slotting the tiny brass key into the padlock at the small of his back. The zip was stiff to move, hindered by the tension of the rubber on either side. He stood there quietly as she rolled down the shorts and pulled off the rubber vest. Now she could see just what a disgusting mess he had made of himself the night before. “Come with me,” Sophie twisted his ear and dragged him in front of the bathroom mirror. “Just look at yourself. You are revolting! Sometimes I don’t think you understand just how foul you really are, do you?” He stood there shaking as she pulled up the stool between him and the mirror and pulled off the plastic pants that were encasing his nappy. When he had stepped out of the stained plastic knickers, she held them under his nose. “Not nice baby, not nice at all, are they? “Sit on the loo seat.” The dark haired nurse pointed at the lavatory. “I want you to think on what it would like to be a real grown up with real aspirations to use the loo properly and not have to rely on your nappies for your toilet needs.” She put her hands on her hips and frowned down at him. “How does your bottom feel now? What is it like with all that sticky mess against you skin?” John looked helpless and stared up at her. His eyes were watering over with the humiliation and she could see that he was nearly in tears.
He must have been suffering alone for half an hour on the loo seat wearing only the festering terry cloth, before she returned, only this time she was not alone, Nurse Marie was with her, carrying a large bowl of stewed prunes. Normally he would have been thrilled to see Marie but not this time, he didn’t want her to see him like this, not in this revolting state. This time the tears really did roll down his cheeks. “There, there Baby! Don’t cry! Nurse is here to look after you. Just eat this little bit of breakfast and then we will take off that nasty nappy, would you like that?” Both nurses pulled up stools and sat in front of him, Marie with the bowl and Sophie with the wet tea towel. “Poor baby, is your bottom sore? I bet it is. You must have been in that dirty nappy all night!” He gazed across at Marie’s divine eyes, ignoring Nurse Sophie’s smirking features and obediently opened his mouth as she held out the first spoonful of the well laced fruit to him. “Good Boy! My baby is so hungry this morning.” He felt the first stirrings of his cock underneath the sodden nappy that was wrapped around his hips. Nurse Sophie noticed it as she reached out with her rubber gloved hand and gave the front of his nappy a squeeze. “Our dirty baby is getting excited in his shitty pants! I think that if he continues like this, he will be really difficult to potty train.” Her continued squeezing only compounded the problem and soon his penis was straining under the wet nappy. Marie laughed as she scrapped the final spoonful of prunes out of the bowl. “Open wide Baby, .. Good Boy!” Sophie left the erection alone while she wiped the residue of prunes off his face and chest. Some had dripped onto the dirty nappy below but neither of the nurses seemed too bothered at that! The Nurses scrapped their chairs back and beckoned the adult baby to stand in between them. Sheepishly John rose, extremely conscious of the dirty nappy around his waist. He waited patiently as Marie pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. “Now let’s see if our big baby is ready to start potty training yet, shall we?” Nurse Marie said as she unclipped on of the pins of John’s nappy. Sophie giggled, as she started unpinning the nappy on her side. “I don’t hold up much hope of that, judging by the weight of this nappy!” “Maybe we should just get really firm with the overgrown baby…” Marie said sternly as the sodden nappy fell to the floor.”
Both Nurses were silent as they studied the contents of John’s nappy and then stared at the mortified face above them. He melted under their poker faces and wished the ground would open up and swallow him. Eventually Marie sighed. “I suppose I couldn’t have hoped for any better, could I?” She picked up the soiled nappy and dropped it into a nearby bucket. “I really wanted you to show me some degree of control, that wasn’t too much to ask, was it??” “This baby must learn the hard way be an adult.” Sophie stood and went to a cabinet. She returned to her stool carrying a pair of wrist restraints. “He wants to be a grown up, but the road is long. We will happily accommodate that request.” As she pulled his arms behind his back, Marie started wiping down his bottom and crotch. When he was clean, Sophie pointed at the floor in front of Marie’s legs. “Knee down Baby, that’s a good boy. You are going to have your first baby spanking.” He was shaking as he was guided over Marie’s rubber apron and suddenly started blubbering. “Please, please Nurse, don’t beat me.” He started loudly sobbing as his body made contact with Nurse Marie’s cold rubber apron. Sophie knelt behind him, keeping a good control on his legs. Again he screamed as Marie lightly laid her palm on his upturned buttocks. “Don’t you want a spanking?” Marie asked. John looked around and up at her. “No please Nurse, Please don’t beat me.” “If we don’t spank you, how on earth are we supposed to potty train you?” “Please Nurse, let me stay your baby. I don’t want to be potty trained, not like this.” “But that means pooing and peeing in your nappy for ever, is that what you want?” Marie asked. Sobbing helplessly, John nodded and turned his face to the floor. Sophie smiled and removed the wrist restraints that were holding his arms entrapped. Marie let the pathetic adult baby roll of her lap onto the cold tiles below.
As she slid the thick nappy under his bottom, his penis stirred into life and was soon straining in the air. “Looks like we have got a big baby for ever,” Marie said and both the Nurses burst out laughing.
The End of Does John need Potty Training?
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