A Case of Mistaken Identity -- (Author) User7654
A Case of Mistaken Identity -- (Author) User7654
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Nov 2, 2020 at 2:25 AM
Content: Part one:
Oliver is a 12 year-old only child who lives with just his mother, as his father left just after he was born. His mother owns a flooring company and works 9-5 during the week. Normally Oliver would be at school, but it's the school holidays, and there's no one to look after Oliver while his mum goes to work. Normally, a childminder, Mrs Jones, looks after Oliver while his mum is working, but she has recently moved away, so Oliver's mum has had to find a new childminder. Through a fellow mum at her company, she was recommended to give 'Nanny Evie's childminding service' on North Street a try. They filled out Oliver's application form and sent it away - the nanny replied saying that she had luckily just had a cancellation from a 2 year-old boy called Henry, and so she could look after him all week.
It was Monday morning, and Oliver's mother kissed him goodbye and put him in a taxi which she had paid for in advance and sent him to the nanny's address. All journey, he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd get up to at Nanny Evie's house, and what games she had. The taxi pulled up and he quietly thanked the driver and hopped out. He was a polite young boy, though quite meagre and quiet.
Oliver shuffled up to the porch and rang the doorbell. He hung around for about a minute; no one came to the door. He tried knocking, but that had the same result. 'Has mum got the right address?' he pondered. The wind chilling his rosy cheeks, he sheepishly peered into the house through a window and tried to spot a sign of life. Inside, scattered all over the floor were various kids' action figures, books, building blocks and items of costume, presumably for dressing up in.
All of a sudden, a lady came rushing round the corner with a watering can in her hand and bumped straight into Oliver, knocking him to the ground and splashing him with water. He stared up at her from her feet. She was a rather large, pretty, middle-aged lady with curly hair and brown, thick-lensed glasses. She was wearing a pastel green frock with frills and upon closer inspection, he noticed that she had hearing aids.
'OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry, little one! I didn't see you there - my sight isn't what it used to be...' she panted. 'You must be young Henry! Come here, darling, Nanny Evie has got you - let's get you inside.' She reached for his armpits as if to lift him up, but Oliver managed to stand up and swivel away before she could grasp him.
'Hi... no, miss... My name is Oliver, not Henry... I think there's been some kind of mistake,' Oliver proclaimed. 'I'm 12, you see.' The lady reached down again to the floor to try to grasp him, as if she hadn't realised that he had stood up, nor heard his introduction. At this point, Oliver realised that she must be exceptionally deaf and blind.
'I'm standing over here, nanny' Oliver declared, waving his arms above his head to try to grab the nanny's attention.
'Ah! There's my little boy! Has he stood up all by himself? Clever little Henry!' she exclaimed with glee, clapping her hands and cooing at him. This time, she made for Oliver before he could dodge out of the way, and she swept him off the ground and into her arms.
'No - miss - I -' Oliver tried to interject, to no avail.
'Come on, let's go and get you settled into nanny's home. I've got some new toys for you to play with! How does that sound, hmm?'
Oliver wriggled, but her grasp was too strong. He was quite small for his age and had a slender build, meaning that he was no match for Nanny Evie's safe clutch.
'You're a wriggly one today, Henry! Hey? What's up, kid? Are you hungry? Need a nap?' she asked. She paused and looked down at her lower half. 'Ooh, what's that wetness on my le- Oh! Has wittle Henry had a leaky nappy? Crikey, you're soaked, kid!'
Oliver was shocked at what was happening - how couldn't he wriggle free?
'No, Nanny! It's water from your watering ca-' he tried.
'Come on, let's get you changed, Henry,' Nanny Evie said as she carried him through the house. Oliver heard a gust of wind slam the front door behind them, and, before he knew it, they were deep in the house upstairs and in a pastel blue room which resembled a nursery. She finally laid him down on a leather mat in the middle of the room and Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, as her grasp was tight and his back hurt from being carried awkwardly. Recovering, he turned his head and examined the room - in one corner was a big pile of teddy bears; in another was a shelving unit; next to that appeared to be a large crib; and leaning against the crib were a couple of shopping bags. As Nanny Evie stumbled about, she knocked over one of the bags, and out fell a tub of talcum powder and a large bag of Pampers Baby Dry size 8; the blue-green colour of the packaging he recognised from his little cousin's nursery.
Oliver was awfully confused about what was happening and wondered how the next ten minutes or so would play out. Just as he put his weary arms behind him to lift himself off the ground, the nanny placed an arch-shaped, soft cushion with a rainbow stitched on it over his chest, which was surprisingly heavy, and foiled his plans of resurrecting himself. He then felt her take off his shoes, though the cushion meant he couldn't see his feet.
'There we are, Henry! How you doin' down there? It's very nice to have you here! Are you comfy? Are you?' she giggled as she grabbed his legs and started to tickle him. Oliver was extremely ticklish and thus helpless as he squirmed, and he soon joined Nanny Evie in her giggling - he was effectively paralysed and couldn't get a word out.
Before he knew it, the nanny had pulled down his damp jeans and whisked them away, flinging them behind her. Nanny Evie then hesitated, having a feel around of his waist and bottom.
'Henry - you're not - why has my little one not got his diapey wiapey on, hey?' she quizzed. This could be Oliver's chance to convince her that he was not in fact the toddler she had mistaken him for.
'Nanny! Nanny! Stop! Listen!' he desperately chuntered. 'I'm not Henry! You see? I'm-' but he couldn't get his words out fast enough. The tickling resumed, and soon after she pulled off his underpants.
'Silly Nanny! I forgot that sometimes your mummy lets you wear big boy pants, doesn't she, eh, my grown up little superstar! Forgetful Nanny Evie!' she mocked and laughed as she relentlessly tickled and teased him. 'But Nanny can't let you run around in this soaking wet pants all day, can she? No she can't! You lay here, Henry, while I go and grab you a fresh nappy! How does that sound?'
Oliver lay absolutely exhausted and spread his arms out over the soft carpet, feeling his heart beating in his head. How had he let the nanny get this far without managing to convince her otherwise? And how would he get out of here? What would happen next? She's crazy...
To be continued...
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Nov 3, 2020 at 12:35 AM
Content:
tdlrfootedpjs said:
Nice story but be careful of name switching. I think you mean Oliver and said Henry.
Look forward to more
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Thanks I've edited accordingly - I even confused myself!
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Dec 19, 2020 at 4:29 AM
Content: Part two:
Oliver looked over at Nanny Evie bustling about on the other side of the room. As well as blind and deaf, Oliver thought that she seemed a little 'cuckoo' in the head by the way she was flustering and fussing all over the place. He heard the rip of plastic and then a soft 'whoof' as she opened the pack of Pampers and pulled out a neatly folded, crisp clean diaper. On the front of the turquoise packaging was a giggling little girl, who looked to be about two and a half years old. The nanny sighed at her eventual success in opening the bag and turned to face poor Oliver as he laid flat out on the floor, exhausted from the last tickling episode. In one hand she had the diaper; in the other, a bottle of talcum powder.
'Here we are, kid - look what Nanny Evie has got for you!' she cooed and gentled tapped the nappy against the outside of his outstretched leg.
'Nanny! Please, listen! I'm n-'
'Does somebody need another tickling, hey?!' Nanny interrupted and once again, sent Oliver into an involuntary fit of giggles, tickling him all over his body from head to toe. With Oliver once again paralysed, she suddenly unfolded the nappy, spread his wriggling legs apart and slid it under him. He felt the soft inside of the nappy tickle his bum. Oliver was too out of breath to resist. She lightly peppered his naked bottom and crotch with sweet-smelling talcum powder and set the bottle aside.
No way would this nappy fit him - it's a baby's nappy, and he's 12 years old! Oliver deliberated in his head. Maybe then she would realise she's got the wrong kid!
Nanny Evie seized the front of diaper and, with a firm grip, pulled it up and over his crotch to his belly button. With her left hand, she gently pressed on his waist, causing him to instinctively try and wiggle free - but he didn't even get close to escaping, as Nanny had him gently pinned down. With her right hand, she fumbled about for the tape on each side and strapped him in.
'Ooh, you're a big baby aren't you! You're nearly outgrowing your Pampers, Henry! Not to worry, these tapes are very stretchy' Evie said.
'No, I -'
'There we are Henry, all snug and tight - we don't want any more leaks do we? Hey? Aww, you're such a good boy for lying still during your diapey change!' Nanny Evie beamed at him. Oliver lay there, dumbfounded. How big are baby diapers these days? He knew he was small, but this really challenged him. He couldn't believe what was happening to him - surely this must be some messed up dream...
The nanny lifted the heavy plush archway off of Oliver's mid-drift and picked him up by the armpits to put him on his feet. He looked up at her as she towered over him, and he suddenly felt a whole lot more helpless. She grappled for his hand and led him down the hallway to what seemed to be a large walk-in closet.
'I think we can find you something to wear in here,' she said as she let go of his hand and picked up a pacifier off of the side table. 'Starting with this!' She popped the dummy in his mouth and patted him on the head. She had a rummage through the huge clothes rail - it was packed with colourful dresses and t-shirts and pants and even fancy dress costumes. Finally, she pulled something off the rail and beckoned Oliver closer. 'This might fit you!'
She held up a large toddler's light blue onesie.
'Here, step in, Henry.'
Oliver went to say 'no', but no words left his mouth as he forgot he was sucking on his pacifier. And with that, the Nanny lightly clamped her hand on his leg and eased it forward until Oliver had no choice but to comply, lest he fall off balance to the ground.
'And the other - oop- that's it - good boy! Who's a clever boy for getting himself dressed! Eh?' Once both feet were planted in the onesie, she swiftly pulled it up his body, over his diapered bottom and up to his armpits. Then, she guided each arm into the sleeves and eased it over his shoulders. It was a tight fit, but once again, Oliver was let down by his sub-average size, and he once again found himself wearing the clothes of someone more than half his age.
He wriggled and stumbled forwards, getting used to his now restricted gait. Some might call it a 'waddle'.
'Ooh - just one last thing, kid,' Nanny Evie said as she spun him around and zipped up the back to the top. 'All snug in your onesie. Adorable!'
Oliver tried to reach up behind his back to the zip, but the onesie was tight and the zip was typically placed in the one square inch of his back he couldn't reach, no matter how much he contorted his body.
'You must be hungry by now, Henry! Let's go and get you some din-dins' she cooed as she picked him up and carried him down the stairs to the kitchen. Oliver was placed in a wooden highchair - once again, to his disbelief, he could fit in such an infantile item. He could feel his nappy in between his legs, pushed tight against the leg divider of the front of his highchair, with his legs dangling below him. The nanny brought over a jar of prunes and started popping them into his mouth using a kid's plastic spoon. The bitterness made him wince, but he wasn't going to resist Nanny Evie and before he knew it, he'd polished off half the jar. Then, she went to the fridge and brought back a pot of coconut-flavoured yoghurt and peeled off the lid.
'Your mummy told me you've had a little bit of trouble going poo-poo this week, haven't you, kid? Said you've been a wee bit constipated! Poor lad. Hopefully this'll help you a little bit - oops' she chirped as she spilled some yoghurt down his chin. 'There we are!'
With this, the nanny took away the empty yoghurt pot and had a root around in a cupboard above the fridge. 'Now, where did I put that-' she muttered as she squinted at all the different bottles and packets, trying to read them.
Oliver felt anxious when he thought about how he was being fed a variety of laxatives. Where is this going?
'Aha' announced the nanny aloud. 'Now, it says here to have half a couple of teaspoons of this every hour. Gripe water. My mother swore by it!'
Gripe water? What on earth is that?
'Open wide!'
Nanny zoomed two teaspoons of the gripe water into Oliver's mouth and he instinctively swallowed. The sweetness soothed him, and he felt a bit more relaxed.
'You look shattered, kid! How about a nap?'
This could be Oliver's chance to escape, as she might leave him alone for a bit and he could figure out a plan. He nodded.
'Aww, okay then. Come to nanny!' she said, as he held his arms above his head and reached for her torso. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, and rested his head on her shoulders, trying to convince her that he needed to go for nap.
'You are a tired one, aren't you? You're a sweet little boy, Henry' she smiled.
She may be a crazy, whacky person, but she sure was caring, Oliver thought to himself.
They reached the nursery room again and Nanny Evie lowered him down into the creche in the corner. The bars were as tall as Oliver when he stood up, although this wasn't hard when he was only 4 feet tall. He stood there and examined the contents of his creche: a blanket, a few cushions and some cuddly toys. This wasn't looking very good. He looked up at the upper limit of the bars and wondered whether he felt confident enough to try and scale the framework and make his escape.
'You have a little nap then, Henry. Lie down!' she nudged him backwards, and he fell onto this padded bottom with a muffled thud. 'Sleep tight, little one!' Evie tracked back out the door, switching the light off as she clicked the door shut - Oliver was left in the pitch black. His chances of escape suddenly didn't even look existent anymore. He hadn't anticipated this: he couldn't see a thing. Locked in his infantile onesie, he had a feel around of his bottom with this hands. Underneath the soft fabric, he could feel the Pampers size 8 nappy swaddling his entire waist - the tapes tight, and the back of the nappy flat against his bum. With every nanometer he moved his body, he heard gentle crinkling. He felt the bulge of his crotch wrapped tightly by the front of the nappy. To be fair, it did feel quite snug and comfortable, and made Oliver feel like he was a toddler again. It's not like he had a choice, though - there was no way of taking off his diaper, even in the absence of Nanny Evie. It was her in control.
Oliver sat back against the bars and sighed. What's the point anymore in trying? He lay there for about half an hour, hopelessly weighing up what his next moves might be. Every now and then, he squirmed to get comfy, as he felt an amplifying shifting going on inside his tummy. Ugh, he thought. My stomach feels awful. He let out a couple of farts which decompressed his bowels and eased his gastrointestinal turmoil. Ah, that's better.
Just- one- more- fart- ahhhhhhh. PARP! That felt better.
'Wait a minut-' Oliver sat up straight. It did feel quite warm down there all of a sudden. Almost instantly, the smell hit him, and he knew exactly what had happened. Oh no... he had pooped his diaper. This couldn't be happening... It was those damn laxatives!!!
'What am I gonna do?!' Oliver burst out. He couldn't let Nanny Evie know he'd pooped his nappy otherwise she'd definitely think he was Henry - for good! 'I have to get out of this nappy - quickly!' he worriedly thought. Well, first he needed to get out of the creche. Then, out of the room. Then, out of his onesie. Then, out of his diaper.
Now, it turns out that, having several of one's senses somewhat muted, may cause one's other senses to be somewhat heightened. And Nanny Evie was no exception. Before Oliver could even attempt to feel his way out of his entrapment, the nanny followed her nose, sniffing all the way, up the stairs and into the nursery.
'Pee-WOO! Phwoar, Henry - has someone filled their nappy? Time for another diapey change, methinks!' Nanny Evie reached down to pick him up, her soft, straight hair dangling in his face, and her perfume only slightly overriding the terrible smell emanating from his nappy. 'Come here.'
Oliver started to wonder if it's any use even trying to escape at all. He was basically just a little toddler at this point.
To be continued...
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Aug 27, 2021 at 1:28 AM
Content: Part three:
Nanny Evie lifted Oliver out of the creche by the armpits, his legs dangling below him and the smell of poop wafting and filling the room. He felt embarrassed and upset that he had just soiled himself, being previously potty trained since the age of 3. He squirmed as the feeling of his dirty diaper strapped tightly to his bottom felt hot and damp.
"Now, let's get you changed little one!" Nanny Evie cooed as she laid him down on the rubber changing mat and starting unbuttoning his toddler onesie. "You know, I was starting to think there was something up with you Henry - I was starting to think that maybe I've got the wrong little lad as you've seemed quite grown up at times today, and your clothes and nappies have been a bit tight. But now I definitely know that I have got the right kid! The other little boy, Oliver, was a big boy who doesn't wear nappies but instead wears big boy pants! But he's cancelled on us as he had big boy stuff to do!" Nanny Evie wiped down his bottom and removed the dirty nappy. Oliver felt the cool air against his cheeks and crotch. Soon enough, she had strapped the fresh Pampers size 8 baby dry nappy tight and secure around his bum and kissed him gently on the tummy. She patted his diapered bottom and redressed Oliver in the onesie, zipping it up all the way.
Suddenly, Oliver could hear the phone ringing. It blasted out its ringtone at near enough 100 decibels - Nanny Evie must have it on full volume in order to hear it. She rushed out the nursery door and down the hall and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Nanny Evie's childminding service, Nanny Evie speaking?"
It was Oliver's mum.
"Oh Hello Evie, it's Mrs Banks here - just checking how my young lad is?" Oliver could hear his mum's voice - he spat out his dummy and shouted for her, but the microphone didn't pick his cry for help up. He rose to his feet and toddled towards the door, his nappy and onesie considerably constricting his movement. He tried to open the baby gate at the top of the stairs but he couldn't work out the mechanism. He struggled frantically, pressing all different parts of the lock, racing against time, as he could hear the conversation downstairs coming to an end.
"So I was wondering if you might be able to look after him until the end of the week? It's just I have to travel to London at short notice for a business meeting - I'm trying to secure a massive deal with the company, you see. Of course, I'll pay you whatever you need."
"Well, it would be my pleasure Mrs Banks - your little lad has been very well behaved so far, and I happen to have the rest of the week off! You must get going to London - he'll be fine with me here!"
Oh no, thought Oliver. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All of a sudden, the lock on the baby gate snapped off and allowed him freedom of movement. He dashed down the stairs, jumping down two steps at a time.
"Okay, then. Bye now!"
"Bye."
"WAIT!-" Oliver burst through into the hallway.
"Henry? What are you doing down here! You could've seriously hurt yourself on the stairs! How did you manage to get here? I knew I shouldn't have left you on your own. Silly Nanny Evie." She went to pick him up but he dodged out of the way. He had to get out of this house!
Oliver made for the front door, and Nanny Evie gave chase. It was locked. He fumbled around in the keys bowl on the shelf next to the door and started trying different keys with little success. All of a sudden, he felt two hands grab him from behind and squeeze his waist tight giving him quite a shock, and making his body jerk.
"No, Nanny Evie! Let me go!" Oliver screamed, thrashing about. He had had enough. He felt the tabs of his nappy rub hard against his waistline as he twirled about, and then one of them rip. Suddenly there was a massive relief of tension around his waist as the nappy came loose and slipped off his bottom, deep in his onesie, and he felt his crotch touching the soft fabric of the inside of his onesie.
"Henry, what is up with you, little man? Hey! Heeyyyyy! No more of that, young man! Are you fussy?" Nanny Evie rotated his helpless body in her sure grasp and smacked him bottom several times. "I was just telling your mummy how well behaved you've been - there's no need for that, little one!"
Oliver stopped resisting, as it was no use, and the smacking was painful. He just couldn't escape.
"There, that's better, Henry. I know you'll be a good boy for me. Your mummy has just rang to say that you'll be staying here with Nanny Evie for another six days - how exciting! We're going to have so much fun together, aren't we! But it does mean that we'll need to get some more supplies, as we need to get you some food in, and we'll also need to get some more nappies in for you as I don't think 27 nappies will last you for the six days we have left together - do you?" Nanny Evie chuckled.
Twenty-seven nappies? He was going to be wetting and pooping more than twenty-seven nappies this week? Oliver couldn't believe his ears. Surely not.
"Nanny Evie can't leave you anywhere, can she? Look, you've broken the baby gate! This is here to keep you safe, darling. Oh well. Hey, Henry - do you fancy a bouncy bounce?" What did she mean by that?
Nanny Evie carried him up the stairs and turned the corner, down a piece of hallway he hadn't been down yet. There was a large baby bouncer hanging from a doorway which she placed him in, and then strapped him in. Just like his onesie, Oliver couldn't reach the strapping behind his back to free himself. He struggled more and more to get out of the baby bouncer - but it was no use. Every movement and strain he made as he attempted to escape was merely translated as a bounce, as the energy he spent trying to escape was harnessed into elastic potential. To Nanny Evie's blurred vision, Oliver was just bouncing up and down like an excited toddler.
"Bouncy bounce! Bouncy bounce! Aw, you like your baby bouncer, Henry? You look so cute! Bouncy bounce!"
Oliver wriggled and wriggled and wriggled, but there he remained for the next three hours or so, as the nanny did bits around the house. He was absolutely exhausted. He also desperately needed to pee.
"We haven't checked that nappy in a while have we, Henry? Do you need a change? Are you wet?" Nanny Evie enquired, rhetorically.
She finally lifted him out of the bouncer and laid him down once again on the changing mat. Oliver was bursting for the toilet at this point as Nanny Evie had given him a whole sippy cup of juice earlier and he had not been to the toilet in a while. He squirmed on the changing mat as he held his bladder shut. Nanny Evie began to take off his onesie, and saw the state of his out-of-place nappy with a ripped tab hanging off his waist.
"Oh no, Henry! How long has your nappy been like this? Why didn't you say anything to Nanny Evie? You could've had a messy accident! It's got to be securely on otherwise all the poo-poo and wee-wee will get all over your clothes. Silly Henry. I think somebody needs another tickle. Does Henry? Does he? Eh? EH?-" Nanny Evie mocked him and giggled as her hands crept up his naked body and slowly activated. Soon, she had him tossing and turning helplessly in fits of giggles. She tickled his armpits and then suddenly switched to his tummy, causing his whole body to jolt, and Oliver started uncontrollably peeing everywhere.
"Henry, no! Stop! It's going everywhere!"
She grabbed a nappy and quickly unfolded it and held it over his penis, catching the urine and shielding herself from the flailing spray.
"Oh, Henry, what am I like! That's my own fault for tickling a little boy who hasn't got a nappy on! Silly Nanny Evie! Good job I stopped most of it with this nappy; although, I'll have to throw this one away now too. See - I told you we'd need more nappies - you're going through these at some rate!"
Oliver gave up at this point. He would just have to go with it at this point. He was slowly starting to accept that there was no convincing Nanny Evie that he was a big boy. He was slowly starting to accept that there was no escape from this house. But most of all, he was slowly starting to accept that for the next week, he would be wearing, and then wetting and pooping a lot of nappies; and there was not a single thing he could do about it.
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Apr 25, 2022 at 1:42 AM
Content: Part four:
Nanny Evie packed a changing bag with a couple of the Pampers Baby Dry size 8 nappies, a packet of baby wipes, a bottle and a dummy. She put on her boots and zipped them up.
"Come here, Henry - let's get your shoes on. Wow, you do have big boy trainers, don't you! You have big feet for a two year-old!" Nanny Evie noticed.
Hmmph, that's because I'm not a two year old, Oliver muttered to himself. He was sick of being treated like a toddler. How long would this go on for? He couldn't exactly leave Nanny Evie - where would he go? He didn't have any money. He didn't have a house key. He didn't even have a mobile phone. He thought about whether he might be able to make a run for it at the supermarket, but who would he tell? The police? He didn't want to get poor Evie in trouble; after all, she only wanted to care for him and her sensual deficits had meant that she had mistaken him for a younger person, which wasn't her fault. He came to the conclusion that he was just going to have to stick it out with Nanny Evie and go along with her narrative.
Nanny Evie grabbed her coat and turned to Oliver. She walked up to him, knelt down in front of him and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer to him. This took him by surprise. She turned him around and squeezed the front and back of his nappy together.
"You don't need a change do you, Henry? Better quickly check before we head out." And with that, she unzipped the back of his onesie, effortlessly bent him over her lap before he could say anything and pulled back the waistband of his nappy, peering in and sniffing loudly. Oliver felt slightly humiliated and powerless, as she swiftly zipped the onesie back up and patted him on the bottom. "Looks like you're dry, kid. Let's go!"
Nanny Evie picked Oliver up and whisked him into her car which was sitting in her driveway. Her car was missing a wingmirror (not that she even used it) and the boot was stacked high with toys, boxes and a fold-up pram which was sticking up above the parcel shelf. Oliver was strapped into a toddler's car seat which, naturally, he fitted in, and Nanny Evie drove off for the supermarket. She chuntered along in second gear at 20mph along the main road, with cars beeping their horns and angrily waving at her. As she approached the roundabout, she looked right and moved out into the roundabout, as if not to have seen the two cars coming from the right which she cut in front of, which had to slam on their brakes and peep their horns in a fit of rage. Oliver was surprised she hadn't been pulled over by the police yet - she was blind as a bat. He held on for dear life, flinching as cars swerved to dodge the nonchalant Nanny's erratic driving. She pulled into the parent and child parking area, and went to fetch a baby trolley, into which Oliver was placed - no surprises that, with his slim and short stature, he fit just like a toddler would.
Nanny Evie pushed the trolley with Oliver sitting in into Asda. The low ceiling and green logo sparked memories for him as he had not been to this particular supermarket since he was much younger. She pushed him from aisle to aisle, picking up many of the food items of a usual weekly shop including milk, bread, vegetables, washing powder etc. Oliver saw the looks he was being given by several shoppers as they passed, and felt very embarrassed. A little girl who couldn't have been more than 5 years old pointed at Oliver in the trolley and said aloud: "Mummy! Look at that boy! He looks like a big baby!" The mother, looking confused, smiled at Oliver and carried on walking past with their daughter.
Nanny Evie stroked Oliver's hair and exclaimed "I almost forgot your nappies, Henry! Let's go get some. Excuse me-" Nanny Evie grabbed the attention of a young blonde woman with a green Asda fleece stacking the shelves. "Could you please tell me where the baby section is?"
The young woman was pretty and had beautiful hair, and she looked to be in her early twenties - maybe 21. Oliver looked at her and smiled; she smiled back and said how cute he looked.
"Follow me, madam," she said. "So you've got baby food over there, formula on that side and nappies right here. What are you looking for specifically?"
"Well, Henry here needs some more nappies as we won't have enough for this week - do you have size 8 Pampers? They're the only ones that seem to fit him now!" Nanny Evie explained.
"We do - and might I recommend these new Pampers Baby Dry size 8 Nappy pants? Is your little one here a wriggler?" The woman asked.
Oliver was too shy to speak up, and instead he blushed and smiled. He felt like a true baby as his Nanny and the Asda lady conversed about his toileting habits in front of him, without actually involving him in the conversation.
"Oh yes - Henry's been a right wriggler during nappy changes today, haven't you baby?" Nanny Evie joked as she cooed at him and started to tickle him under his armpits. Damn, she loved to do that. Oliver felt himself let out a little bit of wee as she tickled him, probably thanks to the sippy cup of juice she'd given him an hour or so ago before they left the house. He felt the front of his nappy go warm as the leg divider of the baby seat in the trolley pressed the nappy tight against his crotch.
"Well, I'd recommend these nappy pants then. They're great - I use them on the toddler I babysit on the weekends. They're really easy to use and they hold lots of wee. Speaking of wee - has your little one just wet? I can smell pee pee!" The woman sniffed the air and pointed to Oliver.
"Oh yes, I can smell that too! Have you wet, Henry? Do you need a change, baby?" Nanny Evie lifted him out of the seat and brought his crotch up to her nose which she sniffed. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to go and change him."
"Well, I tell you what, I'm just about to finish my shift - how about you quickly go and pay for your groceries, I'll run these nappies through the till and I'll come and show you how to put on the nappy pants in the baby changing cubicle?" The woman offered.
"That would be most helpful, thank you dear! I'll see you there in five minutes or so."
Oliver felt nervous at the prospect of the beautiful 21 year old girl changing his nappy. Why hadn't she noticed how old he was and helped him? He was sure that she must've noticed his age. Although, in fairness, he had just wet his nappy in front of her, and he was sitting in a baby trolley - perhaps that was enough to convince her.
Nanny Evie paid for the groceries and then pushed the trolley over the to the toilets near the exit to the supermarket. The young woman waved and beckoned Evie and Oliver over to the baby changing cubicle. The woman picked the red packet of nappies out of the trolley and carried them in. She ushered them inside and locked the door behind. Oliver caught a glimpse of the large packet, which contained 43 nappies and had a picture of a boy toddler wearing a pair of the nappy pants dancing on the front. That would be him, soon.
"I'm Sarah, by the way" the young woman said. "Okay little one, time to get that stinky nappy off!" Sarah cooed. Nanny Evie unzipped his onesie and took it off him, leaving him standing in nothing but a nappy. She lifted him onto the hard plastic changing table which folded down off the wall. Sarah clicked the strap across Oliver's tummy and gave him a little tickle, which caused Oliver to flinch and release his weak bladder again. A stream of urine could be heard and both Sarah and Nanny Evie laughed in shock. "Are you not done yet, young man? There we are, I think you've emptied that little bladder of yours!" She tapped the underside of his nappy and then undid the tapes of the swollen nappy, before pulling it away. "Have you got any wipes?"
Nanny Evie exclaimed "Oh yep - they're just in his changing bag which I've left in the car - would you mind just watching him while I go grab them?" Oliver wasn't sure about her decision to leave him with a complete stranger, but then again, he had bigger questions to ask right now.
"Of course! We'll be just fine right here, won't we Henry?" Sarah said as she pulled a funny face at him. Nanny Evie hurried off to the car. As soon as she left, Oliver finally piped up.
"You know I'm not actually a baby, right? She thinks I'm a toddler, and I can't leave! Can you help me?" Oliver blurted out as he looked up at Sarah from below, her soft, blonde hair dangling and brushing his face, her sweet perfume intoxicating him. She had beautiful brown eyes.
"I'd figured as much. Sure, you're pretty small and you're dressed like a baby, buuut - yeah, I know you're not a baby." Sarah replied. "You'd make quite a cute baby, though" she teased.
"Hey, come on, why aren't you helping me? If you know I'm not a baby and I'm here against my will, please, undo the strap and help me get out of here! Can I borrow your phone to call my mum?"
Sarah laughed and shook her head. Oliver was confused as to why she wasn't shocked by the situation and why she wasn't helping him.
"It just and so turns out that, Nanny Evie and I go waaaay back. I'm 21 now, but she used to look after me when I was your age. She used to do the exact same thing to me! Before I hit puberty, I was really small. I would be pushed around town in a stroller wearing a nappy and a dress, and the dress was too short so it showed my nappy off. It was humiliating. I couldn't run away as she was too strong and fast. She's always been near enough deaf and blind - probably why she doesn't recognise me. One day, I was in your situation, and the guy in the shop thought it was funny that I couldn't escape. Instead of helping me, he instead cooed at me and told Nanny Evie what a cute baby I was. He was such a jerk. I hate dudes. So now it's your turn to feel how I felt." Sarah chuckled with an evil laugh.
"No! Please help me! You're my only way out of this!" Oliver cried as he felt his chances of escape slipping away.
"Let me think. Hmmmmm.... Nope. Besides, you make such a cute little baby boy! I can't wait to put a fresh nappy on you!" Sarah mocked, before blowing a raspberry on his tummy. Nanny Evie bustled back into the cubicle panting and holding the packet of wipes.
"There you go, dear" Nanny Evie handed Sarah the wipes.
"Thanks." Sarah lifted up Oliver's legs as we wriggled and tried to get out of the strapping across his waist. She wiped in between his butt cheeks and all around his crotch. Oliver blushed as she lifted up his penis and wiped around that. "What a cute little tushie you have, Henry! All done."
Sarah reached over to the packet of pampers, ripped open the side and pulled out one nappy. She put her hands inside the waistband and stretched it, putting his feet through each leg hole. He instinctively kicked and wriggled to resist the nappy being put on him, but the pants fulfilled their function and were pulled up his legs to his crotch. "And voila! No matter how wriggly he is, you can always get the nappy on! I love these pants," Sarah explained to Evie.
"They are fantastic! Thanks for showing me, Sarah. This will make changing time this week so much easier!" Nanny Evie thanked Sarah.
"No problems at all. Glad to help." Sarah grabbed Oliver's hand and gently shook it. "It was nice to meet you, little Henry! You be a good boy for your Nanny!" She winked at him as he gave her one last solemn look and beg for help. She merely frowned back at him and shook her head mockingly. She picked up the pack of nappies and packed it in one of the shopping bags, as if to make sure they made it home safely with Oliver and Evie. Sarah walked back into the store laughing to herself as the Nanny carried him out. Oliver had blown his biggest chance to escape. He could feel the tight waistband of the new nappy pants, and no matter how much he wriggled in his onesie, he couldn't get the nappy to slide off as there were no tapes to rip. It was fixed tight in its place, hugging his bottom, and it was most certainly not going to move.
As they pulled into the driveway, Oliver looked across at the bags of shopping on the seat next to him. The red pampers packet sticking out of the top of one of the green Asda bags gleamed as the sun caught the shiny plastic, and Oliver couldn't help but imagine how far through that pack of nappy pants he would get through this week.
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Author: User7654
Timestamp: Dec 20, 2022 at 1:26 AM
Content: might do soon. or might start another story with similar parameters... glad you enjoyed