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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 ...