Review by Diaper Lover Adam

Friday 18th February 2010 is a day I will remember for a very long time to come as it was without doubt the finest adult baby experience of my life so far.

I have long been an admirer of Nanny Betty, but only through her fantastic website, having wanted to arrange a visit for some time. Circumstances made this difficult until last week, when encouraged by the fact that I could experience the belittlement of incorporating Aunty Amy and having two people to enforce my babyhood...I decided to arrange a visit!

I left my house for the journey to Nanny Betty, with the only thing that would give away what might be in store for me being the training pants that I was wearing under my seemingly adult attire. Upon arrival I was greeted at the door by a smiling, welcoming, but equally striking and imposing Nanny Betty, who looks as beautiful in person as she does in photograph, then lead through to the living room and introduced to the delightful Aunty Amy for whom the same can be said; I could tell instantly that I was in for a great evening.

We spent about ten minutes discussing the intricacies of my role play fantasy, which incorporated Nanny Betty playing the role of mummy who had taken me to her friend’s house and that friend was Aunty Amy. I had also revealed what I was wearing under my jeans. The premise was that during the visit I would be forceably punished and turned into a baby by mummy, throughout which Auntie Amy would provide both the encouragement and the nursery belonging to her own baby who was fast growing up. I had asked for a great degree of verbal humiliation and to a lesser extent some public humiliation.

Without even realising the scene had started with mummy telling me to sit on the floor. As I did Auntie Amy went into the kitchen and asked me if I wanted a juice. My answer was yes and when she emerged it was in a toddler sippy cup. Naturally I protested that I was a “big boy” and didn’t need a sippy cup. It was then that the verbal humiliation really started as I listened in intricate detail to mummy complaining how sad and pathetic it was that a boy of my age was having wetting accidents and had recently been put back in training pants. The interaction between both mummy and auntie was so realistic and authentic that I could feel the embarrassment through every bone in my body, which was further heightened when mummy told me to take down my jeans and show Auntie Amy my training pants. I was shocked and mortified and felt every bit an immature child.

It was at this point that Auntie Amy suggested to mummy that maybe she should put me back in nappies if I was behaving like a baby. My protestations grew louder and I was silenced with the threat that if I couldn’t keep my training pants dry then it certainly would be nappies. Meanwhile, two drinks later it wasn’t long before I had a small accident which didn’t go unnoticed and after an over the knee spanking was led upstairs to Auntie Amy’s baby’s nursery.

My jaw virtually dropped when I was led into the nursery for the first time, with the furniture and smell giving it every ounce of authenticity, save for the fact that the cot and highchair were easily big enough to engulf me and complete the scene. An exquisitely humiliating forced nappying then ensued along with clothes that made me feel and look every bit an overgrown toddler. Being fussed over helplessly by two women both seemingly and realistically intent on my forced babification was amazing.

I was then taken out for a walk in the park at night and the humiliation was intensified as mummy and auntie talked about how I was going to be treated and kept permanently as a baby as if I wasn’t even there. I distinctly remember mummy suggesting that I would be kept in nappies and baby clothes my entire life and never allowed to even have a girlfriend. I can’t begin to comprehend how much I was really made to feel that I was a child and this was going to be my life from now on!

Whilst out I had wet myself again and my nappy was changed back in the nursery and then forced into the highchair for a baby food dinner. The highchair was remarkably realistic – clearly Nanny Betty has put a huge amount of thought and effort into creating the perfect domain for the infantilist and Nanny alike.

After my baby meal I had another embarrassing nappy change, except for this time the clothing was replaced by something much more babyish, and after a bottle feeding my mock threat of running away from my mummy and auntie captors resulted in being restrained in the cot and the side lifted and locked into place. The nursery light was then turned off and they left shutting the door behind them.

Left alone in the dark confined to my cot, all I could hear were mummy and auntie’s humiliating words revolving around my head with such poignancy to both the scene and my fantasy. Statements like “what do you think you school friends would say”; “how pathetic that a boy your age still has to wear nappies”; “you know that mummy much prefers keeping you as a baby”; not only made me feel every bit the part of forced baby, but made me realise how much Nanny Betty and Auntie Amy understand the scene and had the unbelievable skill to know exactly what I wanted out of it. Role-playing genius!

This was a truly amazing experience and I would safely say that in all of the years of visiting professional nannies, nobody has quite lived up to the standard that has now been set by the would be empathic Nanny Betty, the brilliance of which is only intensified by Auntie Amy’s skill in the art of humiliation.

Thank you both very much for the incredible experience and I will definitely be back for more shortly!

Baby Adam x

Feb 2010

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