BY TONY

Timothy was a normal thirteen year old boy in almost every way. He was sometimes naughty, and other times good. He had his happy and sad moods, sometimes adventurous and out going, And other times sulky and withdrawn. He was a normal thirteen going on fourteen year old boy. All except perhaps, he was also a chronic bed wetter.

Timothy had, as far back as he could remember, had never been completely dry at night. On occasions, he would be dry for two or three nights in a row, but had never been able to last longer than that. His visits to the doctors, and then specialists, had been numerous, but not one of them could find anything physically wrong with him. They all told Timothy’s mother, that it was not a serious condition, and in time he would grow out of the habit. This of course was not very reassuring for his mother, as she had to put up with the day to day consequences of his wetting. Over the last few years his mother had tried everything to try and stop his wetting. Bed wetting alarms, scolding, over the knee spankings, they had all been tried, but unfortunately to no avail. Timothy was still a chronic bed wetter.

Due to his condition, Timothy’s playtime activities were severely restricted. He could never invite any of his friends over to stay the night, and he could not stay at their houses either. It was not just the fact that he would probably wet the bed, whether it be at home, or one of his friends' houses. There was also the added inconvenience of the plastic sheet on his bed, and the crackling noise that it made. Most of all was the nappies his mother made him wear to bed each night. Yes, his mother after trying everything, had finally resorted to putting him back in nappies and plastic pants, each and every evening.

Timmy (as his mother called him,) brought him in from playing earlier than the rest of his friends, usually around five o’clock or so. He was sometimes teased about this at school, and he told his playmates that he had to help his mom prepare dinner. Timmy sometimes wondered what would happen if they ever found out the real reason why he was brought in early.

Once inside, he was sent upstairs for his bath, and his mom usually washed and dried him. When his mom was busy, preparing dinner or some such thing he was allowed to bathe himself, although of late his mom doing this chore for him more often. Timmy was then allowed to put on his pyjamas before coming down to eat, and then watch television for an hour and a half or so before going up to bed. Once upstairs, his mom removed his pyjama bottoms and laid him down on his bed. He often thought that his mom took an unusually long time to put on his nappy, it seemed as he was lying there for ages, before she had finished.

She would neatly fold a double thickness nappy, and place it beneath his bottom, then would come the nappy rash cream, which was liberally applied. Next came the powder, the smell of which sometimes reminded Timmy of being a real baby. His nappy was pinned securely at the hips, and finally his mum would thread his feet into the leg openings of his over sized plastic pants. Then slide them up over the nappy, and make sure it was tucked in. His mum would then put his pyjama bottoms back on, the bulge of the nappy clearly evident. Timmy would then slide into bed, cringing at the sound his plastic sheet made, each and every time he heard it.

In the mornings, his mother would come into his bedroom to wake Timmy up, so as to be in time for school. She would stand him up, remove his pyjamas, and remove his usually wet nappy, and plastic pants. These were then put in his nappy bucket, which was kept in the wardrobe. Washing was done on Saturdays, his mother would use the spare bedroom to dry his nappies, and plastic pants so as to keep the neighbours spying eyes away from Timmy’s secret.

Some months went by like this, and if anything Timmy’s wetting was getting worse, he was wet just about every morning. His mother’s patience was wearing very thin indeed, and an occasional over the knee spanking when he wet his nappy did not seem to make any difference either.

Then one Friday afternoon, the last day of school before the summer break the procedure changed somewhat. Not in Timmy’s eyes, for the better. After his mother had bathed him, she took him to his bedroom, and made him lie down on the bed. She proceeded to pin on his nappy, not forgetting the powder and nappy rash cream. After his plastic pants had been pulled on, his mother put on Timmy’s pyjama jacket, and then he was taken down stairs to the living room.

Timmy was exasperated, he started to complain to his mother that it was only five thirty in the afternoon, and if anybody should call, they would see him dressed in his nappies. His mother told him that from now on he would be dressed in nappies as soon as he got home from school. As that is what a big baby, who wets his bed every night deserves. After an hour of television, his mother served the evening meal, not long after Timmy needed to use the toilet. He was just opening the bathroom door when his mum saw him. She told him that as long as he was dressed in his nappies, then that’s what he should use to go to the toilet. His mother took Timmy by the hand and led him back to the lounge room. Twenty minutes later Timmy was bursting, try as he might, he could not stop it. Timmy started to cry as the first spurt of pee escaped into his nappy, and once it started there was no holding it back, not long after his nappy was soaked.

His mother having finished washing the dishes, came into the lounge room to watch some television. She noticed the tears in Timmy’s eyes, and the look of shame on his face. His mother said and did nothing, just sat down to watch one of her favourite television shows. Once the show had finished she stood up, and without saying a word, took hold of Timmy’s hand, and took him to his bedroom. On his bed was a baby’s changing pad, which he had not seen before, along with a neatly folded double thickness nappy. His mom laid him down on the pad, and slid off his plastic pants, and unpinned Timmy’s very wet nappy. As usual she applied the powder and cream to his nether regions. Then pinned on the clean nappy, and pulled up the still damp plastic pants.

His mother removed the changing pad, and after pulling down the bed clothes instructed Timmy to get in bed. He lay there pondering the course of this afternoon’s event’s, when the next surprise jolted him back from his reverie. His mother having left, returned a few minutes later with, in one hand a baby’s bottle full of milk, and in the other hand, a large baby’s dummy. Timmy immediately started to cry, in between sobs his mother inserted the bottle’s nipple into his mouth. She told him to start sucking, or he would be getting the longest and hardest spanking of his life. And suck he did, until the bottle was empty. A completely defeated and humiliated, Timmy opened his mouth as his mother offered the dummy. Still sobbing, he reluctantly started to suck on the offending article. His mother, having not done so for many years opened a book, and started to read him a bed time story. Timmy vaguely remembered it was ‘the three little bears’, as he drifted off to sleep.

Timmy awoke to the unnatural feeling of something filling his mouth, and realised that he was still sucking the dummy that was placed there by his mother the previous evening. He immediately spat it out in disgust. His hand then went instinctively to the waist band of the plastic pants he was wearing, and feeling inside, he realised once again that his nappy was soaked. He lay there despondently thinking about what would happen next. Timmy had not long to wait. His mother came to his room a short time later, and noticing the discarded dummy lying on Timmy’s pillow, she pushed it back into his mouth. She told him never again to take it out the until mummy said it was all right to do so. ‘Mummy’!!(Timmy was aghast at this latest statement, he could not believe that a nearly fourteen year old boy, was supposed to call his mother, ‘mummy’.) She pulled back the bed clothes and felt inside his plastic pants. Wrinkling her nose, she once again admonished her son for wetting his nappy.

Timmy was taken to the kitchen, still dressed in his sagging, sopping wet nappy and plastic pants. He was sat at the table, and then his ‘mummy’ proceeded to tie a baby’s bib around his neck. Timmy cringed at this, and he thought what next? Having tied on his bib his ‘mummy’ placed his breakfast in front of him, this at least was grown up food, he thought. In no way shape or form could corn flakes be associated with being a baby. That was until his ‘mummy’ picked up the spoon and started to feed him. After he had been fed, Timmy was allowed to go and watch television. His ‘mummy’ chose the channel, which was to Timmy’s dismay baby like cartoons. He sat there not really watching, but contemplating whether or not he was ever going to get out of the wet nappy he was wearing. After an hour or so his mummy sent him to the bathroom for a shower, relief at last Timmy thought to himself.

He was drying himself off after his shower, as his mummy walked into the bathroom, she proceeded to finish drying him off. He was taken back to his bed room, where on his bed, on top of the new changing pad was a double thickness nappy. Complete with a clean pair of plastic pants, all ready and waiting. When he saw the things on his bed, he started to blubber to his mummy. Saying that he was not a baby, and certainly did not need to wear a nappy during the day. His mummy told him he would be wearing a nappy at all times, until his bed wetting stopped. A short time later Timmy could not believe what was happening.

It was nine o’clock on a Saturday morning, the first day of summer break and he was flat on his back while his mummy was coating his loins with powder and cream. Not long afterwards he was securely pinned in a double thickness nappy, along with the plastic pants . His mummy then dressed him in his normal weekend clothes, consisting of track pants and a matching top. Unfortunately for Timmy, as he looked at himself in the dressing table mirror, the track pants could not hide the bulge of his nappy. Even worse was the crackling sound his plastic pants made as he walked.

Timmy was offered two choices, to go out and play with his friends, or to go and watch television. Obviously Timmy chose the second option. Two hours later Timmy needed to go to the toilet, he thought to himself, should I ask my mummy (he hated calling her that) or not? He decided against it, and sneaked into the bath room. His track pants, and plastic pants were down around his knees. As he was trying to undo one of the nappy pins, in walked his mummy. She grabbed hold of his ear, and almost dragged him into her bed room. "So the big baby wants to take off his nappy does he," she said. With that she unpinned one side of the nappy, and pulled it down.

The next thing Timmy knew was that he was face down over his mummy’s lap. She picked up a conveniently placed wooden hair brush, using the back of the brush started to spank his bottom. Timmy could not believe it could hurt so much, the pain was excruciating. He was crying uncontrollably after the fifth, or sixth swat, and he lost count of how many he eventually received. Long before he stopped crying, Timmy was once again secured in his nappy, and plastic pants. He could feel the heat emanating from his rear, through the outside of his track pants. His mummy warned him, that more of the same was in store if he tried to use the bath room again, without permission.

He was sent back to the lounge room. Not long after Timmy gave up trying to hold back the call of nature, and soaked his nappy. He was watching television, when he heard the front door close, and saw his mummy disappear down the street. He presumed she was going shopping, or to visit a neighbour. She seemed to be gone for ages, and his soggy nappy was becoming very uncomfortable indeed. He did not even contemplate taking the nappy off. As the pain emanating from his behind was for the moment a definite reminder of the consequences. Eventually his mummy returned, Timmy noticed she had a fairly large amount of what he presumed to be shopping. She disappeared into her bed room with the goods.

Over the next few days, life for Timmy became very boring, except for his mummy giving him his nightly baby bottle, and dummy. He did not dare to go out and play. the very thought of his friends seeing him in his nappies, made him shudder. His mummy would lock herself in her bed room for hours on end. Doing what he did not know, although he could hear the sewing machine whirring away at regular intervals. He tried to sneak a look one time, and received another spanking for his troubles. Though thankfully for Timmy, the spanking was not as severe, as the time he tried to sneak into the bath room. The only thing that he was grateful for, was that his mummy would let him use the bath room to go ‘poo poo,’ as he was now expected to call doing number two’s.

Timmy awoke one morning, noticing that as usual he still had the dummy in his mouth. He had stopped spitting it out, as although he would never admit it, the sensation felt quite pleasant. A quick feel inside his plastic pants, confirmed that he was wet, although this was worrying, it was not at all unusual of late. His mummy came into his room, and had him get out of bed, she removed his pyjamas, plastic pants and nappy. His mummy wished him a happy birthday as today, Timmy turned fourteen. She sent him off to the bath room, for his morning shower as normal. When he had finished, and his mummy was drying him, she told him that today was a special day, as it was his birthday they would be going out together. Timmy was pleased, at long last, he thought a whole day wearing grown up clothes, without wearing a nappy. Timmy was unfortunately very much mistaken.

He was taken back to his room, where on his bed to Timmy’s dismay, was a whole assortment of ‘baby’ things. He started to cry again, and stood watching the tears streaming down his face as his mummy spread out a large disposable nappy. She opened a package of incontinence pads, and peeled the tapes off two of these, and stuck them in the centre of the nappy. One in the front, and one in the rear, ‘for added protection’ she told him. She laid Timmy down on top of the nappy, and liberally applied the powder, and cream. His mummy pulled up the nappy between his legs, and secured it with the ‘re useable’ side tapes. The next article that his mummy picked up, caused Timmy to cry even harder. It was large size pair of plastic pants white in colour, with teddy bear motifs covering the outside. These were slipped on, and pulled up to cover the bulky nappy.

She stood him up, and slipped a plain white tee shirt over his head. Timmy noticed that although it fit him perfectly, it was very short, as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he could still see the waist band of the very babyish plastic pants. Timmy had stopped crying by this time, but the next article of clothing his mummy picked up, started him off all over again. It was a bright red pair of what looked like shorts, with a bib at the front that reached up to his chest. On the front of the bib was a pocket, sewed on at an angle just like he had seen on babies clothes.

Fastened to the bib were two straps of the same material, these went up over his shoulders, and crossed over in the middle of his back. The straps were then fastened to the back of the shorts, with buttons. The seat of the pants were bulky, to accommodate his nappy, but the legs were very short Hardly covering the elasticated leg bands of his plastic pants. When his mummy had him sit on his bed to put on the short white ankle socks, from the reflection in the mirror, he could clearly see his plastic pants sticking out of the shorts. The last article was a brown pair of sandals, once these had been fastened, he stood up. When Timmy looked at himself in the mirror, the reflection he saw was of a fourteen year old baby.

By the time Timmy was taken through to the kitchen for breakfast, he had stopped crying. He had convinced himself that, his mummy was only trying to frighten him, There was no possibility of her taking him out doors dressed as he was. As usual his mummy put on his bib before he was fed his cereal, which seemed to have a lot of milk on it this morning. He noticed that his mummy kept filling his cup of fresh orange juice (which he loved.) Every time his cup was nearing empty, his mummy would refill it. Although Timmy did not realise it, he had consumed three quarters of a litre of juice, before breakfast was finished.

Afterwards his mummy sent him to watch television, while she went to the bath room for a shower. Timmy was surprised to see her dressed ready to go out, when she returned. This again did not worry him very much, as he surmised that his mummy would be going out alone. His mummy left the lounge room, and he sat there pondering his situation, and thought to himself that, he would have to try his hardest to stop wetting the bed. More importantly at the moment was to remove these ridiculous clothes, once his mummy had left. Just as he was thinking about this, he felt the first slight urge to use the bath room, the juice he had consumed for breakfast had filled his bladder, and started to loosen his bowels.

His mummy returned, carrying a bag he had not seen before. It was brightly coloured, and had babies building block designs on it. She unzipped one of the numerous pockets on the outside of the bag, and pulled out one of his dummies, Timmy cringed when he saw it was one of his pink ones. The dummy was inserted into Timmy’s mouth, with a warning that under no circumstances was he to remove it, unless told to do so. A pink ribbon had been fastened to the dummy, and this was put over Timmy’s head, and around his neck. His mummy took hold of his hand and led him to the front door, and although he put up a small amount of resistance, he was soon standing outside, dressed like a baby, for all the world to see.

His mother took him to her car and sat him in the front passenger seat, then fastened his seat belt securely. She slowly backed out of the drive way, and drove off towards town. ‘Where are we going,’ Timmy managed to mumble. Even though the dummy in his mouth made his voice sound garbled, his mummy seemed to understand. ‘We are going to see Auntie Anne, and your three cousins.’ Timmy cringed once again, his three cousins were all girls, and he had never liked any of them. There was Cellia who was fourteen, the same age as himself, Carol and Jessica, who were twins, aged eleven or twelve, he could never remember exactly.

It was not a very long journey, but Timmy certainly got some funny looks from people in other cars, when they were stopped at stop signs, or traffic lights. In some of the other vehicles were children, who were also on school holidays, some of them were in hysterics, as they noticed the dummy in his mouth, and the baby attire he was wearing. Timmy wished that a hole would appear in the ground, and swallow him up. During the trip, the juice he had consumed at breakfast, finally became too much and he wet his nappy. As they arrived at auntie Anne’s house, his pressure in his bowels was becoming extremely uncomfortable also. At present though Timmy had it under control, but for how long he did not know.

They were welcomed by auntie Anne, who when she saw Timmy’s attire looked faintly amused, she led them into the sitting room, where her three daughters were waiting. As soon as the girls saw Timmy’s attire, they all burst out laughing, their mother who was also sniggering, tried to tell them not to laugh. This outburst of laughter made Timmy feel so ashamed and embarrassed, that he lost control again, completely soaking his nappy. His auntie asked Timmy to sit down on one of the available lounge chairs. He complied, unfortunately the chair was directly opposite where his three cousins were sitting, on the sofa. There was a fresh outburst of laughter, and Timmy wondered why. He followed his cousins' line of sight, and realised that his plastic pants were sticking out from beneath the leg bands, of the baby garment he was wearing. He could even see a few of the teddy bears printed on the outside of them., they were sticking out so far.

Auntie instructed the four of them to go into the play room, as the two mum’s would like to talk. The girls complied immediately, whereas Timmy was reluctant to move. Once the girls had left, he went over to where his mummy was sitting, and whispered in her ear. He told her that he needed to do a poo poo real bad. His mummy shook her head and with a look on her face, that said do not argue, she told him that from now on, he would have to do it in his nappy. As Timmy followed his cousins to the play room, he was once again crying, with tears still streaming down his face, Cellia the oldest, cruelly asked him what it felt like to be a fourteen year old baby. Still crying, Timmy spat out his dummy, onto the playroom floor. All three of them started to laugh, as they did so, Timmy gave up to the very urgent call of nature and filled his nappy.

Very soon there was a very unpleasant aroma permutating around the room, and it was not long before his three cousins could smell it. Cellia screwed up her nose and matter-of-factly asked Timmy whether or not he had messed in his nappy. Timmy who was still blubbering, told her that he could not help it, ‘mummy made me do it in my pants.’ ‘No, not your pants Timmy, lets get it right, you did it in your nappy, didn’t you,’ replied Cellia. At this point of time Timmy was utterly defeated, and knew as Cellia left the room, that she had gone to tell his mummy what he had done. His mummy came into the play room, carrying his nappy bag, she was closely followed by Cellia, who was eager not to miss whatever happened next.

The first thing his mummy noticed when she entered the playroom, was the discarded dummy lying on the playroom floor. She grabbed Timmy by the ear, and then sat down on one of the chairs, not before bending him over her lap. She held him tightly, and started to smack him on the back of his legs, very hard indeed. "I told you what would happen," whack, whack, " if you took, " whack, whack," that dummy out of your mouth, "whack, whack, whack," little boy, didn’t I. Timmy was howling, by this time, he thought she would never stop, the pain emanating from his legs was excruciating. The three sisters had stopped laughing temporally, as they could see that Timmy was indeed, in a great deal of pain.

Timmy was crying uncontrollably as his mummy laid him down on the play room floor, from the bag she brought out quite a few items, one of these was his new changing pad, which she placed beneath his bottom. She undid the buttons on the back of his play suit (as she called it) and pulled it down, along with his plastic pants. The three girls crowded close at this stage, to get a closer look at his very babyish ‘teddy bear’ print plastic pants. His mummy unfastened the tapes on his disposable nappy, and pulled it free from his crutch. His stools were runny, probably due to all the juice he had drunk at breakfast, they were also very smelly, as the girls quickly pointed out. She opened a new pack of baby wipes, and proceeded to clean him, before removing the soiled nappy. He was changed into a clean disposable nappy, fitted with the extra pads. His mummy pulled up his plastic pants to cover his nappy, but removed his play suit. She said to Timmy, "you do not need your play suit on while indoors, and if you misbehave, I will take you home just as you are."

From one of the pockets or his new nappy bag, his mummy pulled out on of his baby bottles, this one it seemed was full of juice. She handed it to Cellia, and said to her, "you can feed the baby if you wish." "Oh auntie I would love to do that," she replied. With that, his mummy left the play room, leaving the four of them alone. Cellia admonished her younger sisters for laughing, they just could not stop it, every time they looked at Timmy, they burst into fits of laughter. Cellia sat beside Timmy, who was still lying on his change pad, she lifted his head and placed it in her lap. She removed the dummy from his mouth, and replaced it with the baby bottle. She prodded Timmy’s cheek until he started to suck on the bottle, whilst cajoling him with the words, "come on little baby, it is time for your feed, drink it all up like a good baby." Her two sisters were in fits of laughter, as they witnessed this very unusual scene, again Cellia had to tell them to shut up.

Once the baby bottle was finished, Cellia pulled the nipple from his mouth, and replaced it with his dummy. She lifted his head off her lap, stood up and disappeared into the sitting room where the two mothers were. Timmy got up off his change mat, and sat down on a chair in the play room, he thought better than to remove his dummy this time. Cellia returned a short time later, and she seemed rather excited. She said to her sisters, "Timmy’s mother has given us permission, to take the baby out for a walk, won’t that be fun." Timmy cringed at the thought, this day was proving to definitely the worst of his life. Cellia took hold of his hand, and lifted him off the chair, she picked up his discarded play suit, and had him step into the leg openings.

She pulled the bib on the front of it, and put the bright red straps over his shoulders. Not forgetting to cross the straps in the middle of his back, before fastening them to the buttons on the back of the shorts. Cellia asked Jessica to pick up the nappy bag, then they headed for the door. As they went past their mothers Timmy’s mummy warned him of the consequences of taking out his dummy. Timmy slumped his shoulders even more, already devastated by the course of the days events, this new turn of events saddened him even more, if that was at all possible. Once outside, Cellia also warned him not to take his dummy out, and told him, "I will most definitely have tell your mummy, if you do." They had not walked far, when Timmy felt the need to use the toilet, he hoped that Cellia would be more sympathetic than his mummy, so he asked her if she would take him to a toilet. Cellia just laughed at his suggestion, and patted him on his well padded rear. "Sorry baby," she said, " you will have to use your nappy, you know that’s what it is for."

It was not long after this that Timmy did indeed use his nappy for its intended purpose, completely soaking it, once he started the flow, it seemed as though it would never stop. Once the nappy had soaked up his urine, it became very heavy, Timmy could feel it sagging between his legs, and the shoulder straps of his play suit were cutting into his shoulders. He took a quick look down, and noticed immediately that the centre seam of his play suit was pulled up into the middle of his nappy, making it sag quite noticeably on either side. He wondered if his plastic baby pants were showing, and then remembered the dummy in his mouth, and thought to himself that it probably did not matter if they were showing or not. As soon as anybody saw the dummy, they would know instantly that he was also wearing a nappy. Although it was not all that busy, a few people did see him as they were walking along. He received some very strange looks from the passers by, although as yet no one had made any comments.

They entered the local park, and were strolling down one of the paths, when they met three girls, of about Cellia’s age coming from the opposite direction. The first thing they noticed was obviously the dummy, but it did not take them long to absorb the whole picture. One of them said, "hi Cellia, hi Carol, hi Jessica," "hi Stella," replied Cellia, Timmy thought that they all must attend the same school. Stella gave him another look up and down, and said, "Cellia, who the hell is he?" "Oh don’t worry about him Stella, he is just a cousin of ours, who has to wear nappies, because he wets his pants." One of the other girls asked "is he wearing a nappy now, under those ridiculous clothes?" Cellia took a step backwards and also gave Timmy a once up and down. Then replied, "yes it is a nappy he is wearing, and by the look of it, I would say he is wet again." Stella then said, "well why don’t you change him then, he may get a rash if you leave him in that wet nappy." "That’s a good idea, but not quite yet, I have plans for him," replied Cellia. By this time all six of them were in hysterics, they obviously thought the whole episode to be very funny indeed. Timmy of course did not think it was funny at all, in fact he was not far off bursting into tears again.

Cellia, who still had hold of Timmy’s hand, carried on walking, and the others followed, "where are we going Cellia?" One of them asked, she replied, "you will have to wait and see, won’t you." It was not long before Timmy guessed their destination, he could see the children’s play area in the distance, and they were heading straight for it. Timmy was right of course, once they got there, Cellia led him to the sand pit, let go of his hand, and told him to go and play with the other babies. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do, he thought fleetingly about making a run for it. But his still very sore legs reminded him of the almost certain consequences, if he did so.

There were plenty of other children playing in the sand pit, he decided to go and sit with three other boys. Although they looked like they were the oldest children there, they could not have been any older than six. Timmy was greeted with three of the longest stares, he had ever encountered, it seemed as though they could not take their eyes off him. Timmy should not have been surprised of course, as it was not often that you see a fourteen year old boy, wearing baby clothes, sucking on a dummy. The stares became even more severe, as one of them noticed the ‘teddy bear’ print plastic baby pants he was wearing, sticking out of the legs of his play suit. The boy prodded both his friends, and soon all eyes were on Timmy’s baby pants. One of them said, "what’s your name?" Timmy tried to tell them, but his reply was garbled, as the nipple of the dummy, got in the way of his tongue. The three boys, on hearing Timmy’s mumbled reply, were soon rolling around in the sand pit, laughing cruelly at him in a way that only small children can do.

Timmy looked around, and noticed that there were plenty of mothers, with push chairs and prams, accompanying their charges, this of course did not make him feel any better, as they were staring at him also. The boys knowing that Timmy could not answer in a proper fashion, were now asking questions, one after another. "Is your nappy wet, have you shat yourself, why are you sucking a dummy, why are you wearing baby clothes?" etc, etc. Timmy thought Cellia had come to his rescue, when she appeared and took hold of his hand, unfortunately Timmy was very wrong. She led him to the side of the sand pit, and undid the buttons at the back of his play suit, this then fell to the floor, exposing his ‘teddy bear’ print plastic pants to all present. Cellia had him lie down on the grass, and quickly pulled down the pants, leaving them around his ankles. The three boys had of course now followed, along with some of the other children present, to witness the next stage of events. It was obvious to all, emphasised by the yellow stains, and the blurred wetness indicator, on his nappy, that Timmy was indeed a very wet baby boy.

Cellia undid the tapes on his nappy, and pulled it away from his crutch, exposing his minuscule penis, and his scrotum, which just at the moment seemed empty. She left him lying on the grass, and went to fetch the brightly coloured nappy bag. Stella followed her back, and sat down on the grass above Timmy’s head. Cellia opened one of the bags side pockets, and pulled out a baby bottle full of milk, this she handed to Stella saying, "feed the little baby, I am sure he must be thirsty." Stella removed the dummy from Timmy’s mouth, and inserted the nipple of the baby bottle, while she did this Cellia proceeded to change his wet nappy. She removed the soiled one, and spread out a clean nappy beneath his rear, this had previously been fitted with the extra pads. His nappy area was liberally sprinkled with baby powder, before Cellia, brought up the nappy between his legs, and tightly fastened the side tapes. Then while he was still sucking from the baby bottle, Cellia refitted his plastic baby pants. Once he had finished the baby bottle, Stella replaced it with his dummy. Cellia put his play suit inside the nappy bag, along with the soiled nappy, leaving him wearing only his tee shirt and plastic baby pants. She took hold of Timmy’s hand, and lifted him up, saying, "its about time we took this baby home, he is well overdue for a nap.

So home they went, Timmy could still hear the resounding sounds of laughter, years afterwards. To be continued ............