The next thirty minutes were excruciating for poor Mikey.

Firstly his aunt told him he wasn’t allowed to sit on the furniture, in case he wet his nappies and they leaked. The girls sniggered. Mikey was utterly shocked. Just because he’d been forced into nappies why would his aunt think he’d wet them? And even if he did, he thought, he’d been put into plastic panties too, and weren’t they supposed to stop leaks? He checked himself – why was he even thinking about what might happen if he wet his nappies? He wasn’t going to!

So he had to sit on the floor. The combination of his still very sore bottom and the extreme bulkiness of his triple nappies meant the only way he could make himself comfortable was to sit cross-legged. Unfortunately for him, what that meant was that his legs were spread wide, exposing not only the bulk between his legs, but also the edges of his plastic panties, including the white frilly trim. Emily couldn’t resist the opportunity to humiliate him further. “That’s very pretty frilly trim on your plastic panties, Mikey,” she said. “I don’t suppose you're used to wearing anything frilly. Is it tickling your legs?”

He blushed beet red. He couldn’t bring himself to reply. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her. A tear ran down his cheek again.

His aunt patter him on the head and asked “We’re all having a drink, Mikey. Would you like one too?”

Finally, he thought, something was going his way. “Yes please,” he politely replied. Although he was eighteen his parents didn’t really approve of drinking alcohol, so a nice gin and tonic would be a welcome relief from his predicament.

“Certainly,” smiled his aunt. “Jessica – would you mind getting Mikey something suitable. And do get something for yourself too.”

Jessica smiled and sashayed out of the room. When she returned a couple of minutes later she had a large gin and tonic in her hand. Mikey reached out to take it from her, but she just laughed. “Oh this isn’t for you, sweetie. This is mine. Yours is coming.”

From his lowly position sat on the floor he was on eye level with the hem of Jessica’s dress, and as she walked past he could clearly see the tops of her stockings. He felt an unrequited stirring in his nappy.

She returned, and Mikey couldn’t believe what she was holding. It was a baby’s bottle, full of milk. “Here you are, Mikey. This is much more suitable for you than a G&T. As long as you're sure you won’t wet your nappy tonight if you drink milk so soon before bed time?”

The girls tittered. His aunt looked on as if he really were a toddler being asked if he thought he was going to wet his nappy. Meanwhile Jessica just held out the bottle for him.

“Would you like me to feed you your bottle, Mikey? Are you sure you won’t wet your nappy?”

He lowered his eyes. “I’m not going to wet my nappy” he muttered.

Jessica put her hand behind Mikey’s head, and offered the bottle up to his mouth. Although he resisted at first, Jessica forced the teat of the bottle into his mouth, and he began to nurse on the bottle, drinking the warm milk down. He wanted to pause, but Jessica held the bottle in place, and he was forced to keep drinking.

Finally he finished the bottle. “Good boy!” exclaimed his aunt. “Jessica – do you think you should perhaps burp him? He drank that rather quickly.” He was, of course, far too big for Jessica to pick him up as she would a real baby, so she knelt down next to him and cuddled him to her breast. With her free hand she repeatedly patted his back, until he let out a big milky burp. Everyone laughed. He just hung his head.

For once his aunt took pity on him. “Perhaps it would be best if Jessica put you to bed, Mikey. You’ve had a difficult day. Would you like to go to bed?”

He could see from the clock that it was still not quite nine o'clock, but he was desperate to get out of his humiliating situation. He tearfully nodded.

Jessica took his hand. He didn’t resist. He was defeated. He just wanted to escape from the humiliation.

He allowed himself to be lead upstairs, where Jessica sat him on his bed, and then sat down next to him. Despite his humiliating attire, he couldn’t help but stare down at her luscious breasts, and incredibly shapely thighs. Again he felt himself stirring within the confines of his nappy.

“Tell me, Mikey,” she purred, “is your bottom still sore from where I spanked you earlier?”

Even talking about having been spanked was incredibly embarrassing, but with everything that had happened to him talk of spanking and nappies was becoming normalised for him.

“Yes,” he whimpered, “yes, my bottom still really hurts.”

“So would you like me to rub some cream in? It’ll take the heat out of your burning bottie.”

Mikey thought about what she was proposing. It would be incredibly humiliating to allow her to rub cream into his bottom. But if it made his bottom hurt less surely it’d be worth it? And she had seen his bare bottom when she bathed him, and spanked him, and put his nappies on him.

He swallowed his pride. “Yes please,” he mumbled.

Jessica gently pushed him back on his bed, so that he was lying flat. She undid the poppers on his onesie and lifted it up above his waist. Next she pulled down his plastic panties to leave him lying there in just his nappies. She undid the pins holding them in place and then peeled them back between his legs.

With him naked and exposed below the waist she left him as she went to the cupboard and returned with a jar of cream. With one hand she effortlessly lifted his legs up over his head, making easy access to his still bright red bottom.

She scooped a large dollop of cream from the jar, and smeared it generously across his bottie. It felt cold and sticky, but the sensation of her rubbing his bottom like that produced an entirely predictable reaction. Jessica couldn’t help but notice, and gently applied some of the cream to his member.

He knew he would cum if she carried on touching him, but she stopped, and instead pulled his nappies back up tightly between his legs. Next she threaded his plastic panties back up over his legs and into place encasing his nappies.

His tummy was still exposed as she hadn’t resecured his onesie, and Jessica ran her fingernail around it as she asked her next questions. “Tell me, Mikey,” she said, “do you have a girlfriend?”

He was almost beside himself with her having rubbed the cream into his bottom and then his engorged member. And he found her scratching his tummy as she was incredibly erotic. He felt somehow compelled to tell her the truth. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend. In fact, I’ve never had a proper girlfriend.”

“Aw,” she said, “poor baby. Would you like me to make you cum?”

He stared up at her as she continued to scratch her nail over his tummy, and sometimes even down under the waistband of his plastic panties.

“Yes please, Miss,” he stammered.

She put her hand down inside the front of his plastic panties and started to rub him through his nappes. She could feel his excitement and it didn’t take long before he exploded into his nappy.

As she withdrew her hand she said to him “Two things, sweetie. You’ll always know that the first time you ever came with a woman was when you were stroked through your nappies, and secondly, your aunt is going to be very cross when she sees the sticky stain in your nappies tomorrow morning. I think the best you’ll get away with is another spanking, but it could be quite a lot worse than that. Good night!”