The online world for nappy-related products surprised me: I never knew how much was available. There again, I hadn't looked for specific nappy-friendly products or clothing. He wanted me to start adapting my wardrobe to accommodate my nappies. After all, if we were to continue with the relationship, I would have to wear them for the foreseeable future. It made sense to order clothing that would allow me to stay under his control during my normal life, without it necessarily appearing too obvious that I had extra padding under my clothing!
So, he made me take out my credit card and start buying! Soon, I would receive onesies that looked like normal t-shirts or polo shirts, but extended to include a snap-fastening crotch to allow him to change my nappy when required. My own bib overalls (dungarees) came next - he wanted me to have something that I could wear that would compliment my nappies when I was taken out to fetish clubs or pubs. We tried for a while to find some with snap-fasteners around the crotch/legs too - but failed.
He also got me to buy some plastic pants. Not for wear generally, but available for when I went to work or had meetings. Until then, I hadn't really considered work. He had mentioned it at breakfast, but would he seriously expect me to wear for work too?
"Of course - 24/7/365. No excuses, Nappyboy", he said, in response to my query.
He also wanted me to buy some one-piece clothing. Neither of us wanted to go down an adult-baby route - but finding clothing with snap-fasteners that look more adult also proved difficult. In the end, I bought a few onesies from onepiece, hoping they would fit me.
At this point, I thought we had completed the online bits and pieces - but no: he wanted to check out my online profiles - particularly those I used to start communicating with him in the first place. He wanted to view some of my images and a few of the conversations so that he could find out what other fetishes turned me on. This would prove interesting as I have quite an open mind! At some point, he suggested, I would have to modify my profiles to show my owned status, and my new-found love of nappies. But that would come in time.
I made a point during the entire time we spent online of wetting my nappy periodically. I wanted to make sure I was following instructions. As a result, I was getting seriously wet and thought I should mention it.
The response was swift.
"Come with me", he said, leading me into the bedroom.
He fetched another nappy and opened it out on the bed.
"Sit on that", he said, "take your dungarees off first"
I unclipped the dungarees and they dropped to the floor. I stepped out of them.
He muttered almost to himself, "we need snap-fastening pants, so much easier to change you!".
I sat on the opened nappy. The CB6000 started to make its presence known again; the pressure on my cock was increasing as I got hard again.
Actually, my nappy wasn't as wet as I thought it was. But it still contained a lot.
"Right", he said, "I said that I would tell you when you needed changing or you would stay wet for longer. I meant what I said. Now, lie back, legs in the air."
I did I was told. Blushing slightly at the reprimand.
He walked over to the bedside drawer and retrieved a small pocket knife. As he opened it up, he looked at me and smiled.
"Don't worry, I'm not into blood!"
With that, he lifted my legs higher and then proceeded to make lots of small incisions into my wet nappy, while it was still taped to me. He let go of my legs and did the same to my front padding.
My nappy was now seriously compromised. Nothing would prevent me from leaking freely into whatever I wore on top of this nappy.
"Ok, that's better", he said.
Then he started to position the nappy I was sitting on over the top of my already wet and holed nappy. I was now wearing two nappies - the first being a wet M4 (now with many holes in it), the second a much thicker nappy - (later I learned that this was a bambino and would hold lots more piss than the M4 could).
"You can stay like this until your outer nappy leaks!", he said sternly, "you'll learn, one way or another, to leave nappy-checks and changes to me".
He grabbed the dungarees and told me to put them back on. With two nappies on underneath, the bulge was far more obvious.
By now, we were both hungry. He decided we should go out for lunch and gave me two pints of water to drink before we set off. I wet my nappy in silent protest. He looked at me and grinned.
"You really do have a great expression when you piss yourself - you might want to learn to control that. But not yet.", He said, "Come on, let's go".
We went to a local Burger King where he ordered for me. From now on, he would decide what I was going to eat too. Apparently, I would eat a burger and consume a large Fanta. In the event, I would have two large Fantas.
Over our meal, we chatted about what I had at home in terms of underwear, clothing and the like. I would have a reasonable amount of nappy-friendly clothing coming, so he wanted to know what else I had. I made the mistake of offering to show him what I had ... mistake because he immediately accepted my offer.
We left BK and hailed a cab. The driver gave me a bit of a weird look and I realised that my t-shirt had shifted enough to show my nappy waistline above the dungaree sides. I blushed and pulled the t-shirt down a little. 'He' smiled at my blushing and held the door open for me. As I approached the taxi door, He dropped his wallet and looked at me in such a way that made it obvious I should pick it up. I bent down and felt the liquid in my inner nappy squish around my caged cock and balls. The inner nappy was well and truly soaked, my bending down served two purposes: creating more pressure on the inner nappy, forcing piss into the outer; and, making my t-shirt ride up again to reveal my nappy once more.
Now a deep shade of red, I passed Him his wallet and clambered inside, giving the driver my address. As we drove across town, he suggested that we get a key cut so that he could visit whenever he felt like it. He also said that would help set his mind at rest as he could pop in at any moment to make sure I was wearing a nappy and that I had wet it properly. All of this said at a slightly louder than necessary volume - the tax driver was left in no doubts about my status by the end of the journey.
I spent the entire journey blushing! He advised me not to adjust my clothing unless absolutely necessary. If things were to ride up a little, then I would have to learn to cope with it.
During the journey, he opened the bag he had carried with him all morning. He passed me the bottle marked "Appletease" that he had filled earlier.
"Drink this before we get to your place:, he said, "I might want to fill it again when I get there".
I had no idea why this pushed buttons for me. It was a new level of control. Here I was, sitting in two nappies, both getting wetter, drinking piss while in a taxi. I was rock-hard but knew I wouldn't have any chance to wank or cum any time soon. This just made me hornier!
We arrived at my house and got out of the cab. I paid the driver and we went to the front door.
"Give me the keys", he said.
I obeyed and he unlocked the door. We went inside and he told me to take my trainers off. Barefoot rules applied at home too!
He unclipped the straps holding up my dungarees and they fell with a thump on to the floor. I was about to step out of them, but he stopped me and moved closer.
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-erect cock. He pulled my nappy waistband forward and pushed his cock down inside. Then he pulled me closer and started kissing me while he pissed in my nappy.
I felt his hot piss hitting my caged cock and balls. He pissed for ages, the whole time kissing and exploring my mouth with his tongue.
"Now you piss", he said.
I pissed myself, yet more liquid filling the inner nappy.
"I thought you could", he said softly, "that's another punishment for not pissing continually. You will learn!"
He pulled out of my nappy and told me to clean him off.
I knelt and started to work his cock. I loved his foreskin and ran my tongue around it while gently sucking. After a while, his breathing started to increase and he started thrusting his hard cock down my throat. If I do say so myself, I give a good blowjob and after a few minutes he came down my throat.
I cleaned every drop of spunk off him and from under his foreskin. Then he pulled back and put his cock away.
"Good Nappyboy", he said. I felt pleased with myself.
"Now, pull those up and let's have a look around".
I pulled the dungarees back up, surprised at how much the nappies had swollen. The dungarees only just pulled up properly over them. There was now no doubt at all that there was a nappy on underneath them.
"I like that look on you", he said, approvingly.
We went through the house. When we got to the bedroom, he started going through my drawers and pulling out every pair of underpants he could find. I had quite a collection when it was all on the bed - jock straps, boxers, fitted boxers, trunks ... and talking of trunks, he put those on the bed too.
Then we went to the kitchen and he found a pair of scissors and checked the washing machine and drier - there was another pair of underpants in the drier. He grabbed them, and a black waste bag and took me back to the bedroom.
"Here", he said passing me the scissors and opening the bin bag, "I think one inch strips should do ..."
With that, he passed me the underpants he had found in the drier.
"All of these too", he said pointing to the pile of underwear on the bed.
"Seriously?", I asked.
"Another punishment for questioning me, I think. But yes - look, if you're serious about this, I want you in nappies 24/7. What do you need underwear for? Destroy it all, and tell me how you feel afterwards".
It took ages to cut up a lifetime of underwear! I never realised how many pairs I had. With each cut, I became more aware of how much I wanted this. Genuinely weird - I actually wanted it.
When, finally, I had cut up all my underwear and put it in the waste disposal, I felt odd. The nearest I could come up with was a sense of liberation and somehow, he had removed the temptation for me to cheat when he wasn't there. With no available underwear, I couldn't cheat and wear anything other than a nappy (or go commando, but with the cage on, that wasn't really an option as it dribbles after pissing). I told him how I felt, and he said that this was normal - and was the main reason he wanted me to destroy it. In time, he said, I would also lose much of my normal day to day clothing. But for now, I would keep the majority.
While I was cutting up my underpants, he went through my wardrobe and put together a collection of my shortest t-shirts and vests.
"These", he said, "are allowable. The others go to the charity shop, ok?"
"Ok", I replied.
"Good, let's do it now", he said, "no temptation there, either, right?"
"Right!".
I started gathering the other t-shirts and sweatshirts together, putting them into another bin-bag. The whole time, I was hard - what was going on inside my head?
We headed back to the front door. As we got there, he put his hand down the front of my dungarees and squeezed my cage through the double nappies. I felt the piss squish around my cock inside the cage.
"Piss", he said.
It took a few moments before I let go again. I felt the nappy warm again.
"3 punishments today. Naughty Nappyboy. NEVER hold it, ALWAYS let it go, Ok?"
"Ok", I replied, wondering just how much this nappy combination would hold ...
The local charity shop was grateful for a bag full of pretty decent clothes. The old ladies in there kept staring at me the whole time though. I was very wet inside my dungarees, and without being able to adjust my t-shirt, I think they thought I might benefit from some of the contents of the bag I had just handed over.
We called by a local supermarket where I was almost paraded around, or at least it felt like it. He made me buy baby talc and baby wipes, just those. While not an adult baby, he did want me to protect my nappy area to prevent rash or infection.
While walking around the supermarket, I also became aware of just how much noise the Bambino nappy made. Almost every step was accompanied by a crinkle or two. At the checkout, he chose the till with a very cute cashier. In any other circumstances, I might have flirted with the cashier, but now, I was bright red, and with a very obvious bulge around my waist, t-shirt slightly too short and with a nappy waistline showing just above the side-splits on the dungarees. I found it difficult to look at the cashier as he swiped the baby products over the laser reader.
He, of course, watched me with the cashier and asked if the supermarket sold adult nappies, while looking back at me. The cashier replied that they did and gave an aisle number - also directed towards me. I was so embarrassed that I instantly forgot the number, and fumbled with my change. I just wanted to run out of there but held my nerve.
"Thank you", he said to the cashier, "useful to know where he can get some more", then to me, "come on, we have some more stuff to get yet".
We went back to mine via the pub. In the pub, we drank a couple of pints each. As we were leaving, he whispered in my ear, "piss now, before we leave". I nodded and did, however, I was pretty empty - I had started something that would become easier with time - not holding my piss. I was really beginning to worry about how full my nappies were, and whether they would hold.
Back through the front door at home, I removed my trainers without being told. I felt pleased I had remembered.
He suggested that I go back online and contact a retailer he had seen that would make custom items. I sent an email (dictated by him) asking if they could modify existing trousers to put snap-fasteners in them, and whether they could make snap-fastening dungarees and shorts.
My wardrobe was now changing ... but I was more worried about the trip back to his apartment, my punishments, and whether my nappy would continue to hold ...
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