Under 12s

[DaraJaney]

The waitress walked him to his high chair holding his baby harness.  Joe was super conscious of the crinkling of his plastic pants but wasn't sure if anyone else could hear.  He tried to waddle in a way that made least noise.  Everyone in the restaurant was tittering but then, he made quite a comical sight anyway in his pink baby dress, bonnet and frilly nappy cover.

Joe desperately wanted to get out and go home.  "We've just ordered desserts", his mother told him.  Joe sighed.  The waitress made him get up into his high chair again, strapped him in and locked the tray in place.

"Will I get a dessert for baby?" she asked his mother.  "Oh yes!"  His mother consulted the menu.  Joe tried to see the options but couldn't lean far enough from his high chair.  His mother pointed to something on the menu and said "I think that would be suitable".  "Certainly Madam", the waitress replied and left to get it.

Nobody thought of asking Joe his choice or even telling him what choice had been made on his behalf.  He could only sit there strapped into his high chair, suc-king on his soother and wait.  He examined the straps on his mittens.  He stuck a mitten under his armpit and tugged but it wouldn't budge.  With his hands in the mittens he was helpless.

He looked down on the straps that held him in the high chair.  One only had to squeeze a catch to free the straps but it was impossible for him with the mittens.  He would have to sit there, pink legs dangling in the air until someone let him out.  And that didn't look like any time soon.

The waitress returned with his dessert.  It was an unidentifiable slop in a bowl - probably some kind of mousse.  She removed his soother and started spoon-feeding him.  It was a faintly tasty vanilla flavour.  Better than nothing he supposed and obediently let her feed him the bowl full.  She wiped around his mouth with a tissue when she was done.

His mother and aunt ordered coffee.  Joe winced - was he ever going to get out of here?  "Shall I get another bottle for baby?"  "Do please."  So Joe had to allow himself be fed another bottle of warm milk while his mother and aunt relaxed over their coffees.

Eventually they decided to go.  Joe waited patiently until he was released from his high chair.  His mother swung the changing bag over her shoulder and took his harness.  Joe waddled towards the door.  Everyone in the restaurant applauded and laughed as he was led away still in his nappy, pink tights and baby dress complete with bonnet and frilly nappy cover.

Outside his mother was handed Joe's boy's clothes in a plastic bag.  At last!  An end to his torment.  He headed towards the rooms where he had changed earlier but he was pulled back on his harness.  "No sweetie, the car is over here."  His mother tugged him towards the car park.  Joe whimpered through his soother in protest.  He wanted out of this!  He didn't want to walk across a busy car park in broad daylight wearing a bright pink baby dress and a nappy that was obvious to everyone.

But his mother tugged him firmly and he had to waddle along.  People stopped in their tracks to watch the child who was obviously too old to be in a nappy and definitely too old to be in a pink frilly baby dress.  Car horns beeped.  Little girls pointed at his pink tights and tittered.  And Joe thought - they probably can't even tell I'm a boy under all this pink material and these frills!  He was terrified his mother might say something that would give that game away so he waddled along obediently.

She opened the car door and he climbed in.  She closed the door and went around the other side.  She put the changing back on the seat beside him.  Joe eyed it nervously.

[DaraJaney]

Once again the advertisement was a big success and the company wanted to build on it.  They had another idea for another ad:  a reporter would call to their house as if to do a follow up story and discover that the boy was being kept as a baby girl all the time just so they could get free or cheap meals at restaurants and free travel on buses etc.  It would be hilarious!

The TV company sent a crew to create a set in Joe's mother's back room.  The costume lady brought another baby dress for Joe.  "You couldn't possibly be seen in the same pretty baby dress again", she teased him.  This one was lilac and again had matching bonnet, frilly panties, tights and booties.  Once again she had the fingerless mittens which she fitted over his hands and buckled at the wrists.

Joe was brought into the set.  They had constructed a complete baby girl nursery.  There was a play-pen, cot, high-chair and rocking horse - all large enough to accommodate this big baby.  The walls had been papered with pink nursery print wallpaper.  They had done a very thorough job.

They put Joe in the play-pen and acted out the scene where the reporter discovers Joe is being kept as a baby girl in his frilly baby dress and so forth.  They made Joe crawl back and forth to show off his frilly bottom.  They took lots of shots of his face, framed with the lace of his bonnet and with him suc-king firmly on his soother and shaking a rattle.

It finished with Joe being dressed in a pink fleecy footed sleeper.  His mother buttoned it up the back.  He was fed a large baby bottle of milk and put in the cot.  Then his mother tied the ribbon on his large soother behind his head, securing the soother in his mouth and raised the side bars in place, locking them.

Joe had to shake the side bars in protest and whimper through his soother as he was left imprisoned in the cot, forced to suc-k on a soother for the night.  His mother and Aunt gave him a cheery wave as they turned the nursery rhyme music on.  Joe winced at the awful babyish music.  They turned the light off and closed the door.  The video ended with just a screen in darkness and just the sound of Joe whimpering and then suc-king on his soother.  They all agreed it was hilarious.

The crew dismantled their equipment while Joe watched on from the cot.  Nobody had let him out and he couldn't get out himself as long as his hands were in the mittens.  The costume lady smiled down on him and asked his mother "Is it ok if we leave all this stuff here?"  She looked around the room at the nursery furniture.  "We've no other use for it.  And you never know, maybe we'll end up doing another advert!"  She held up Joe's two baby dresses.  "You can keep these too", she teased.  Joe looked up with a frown, still in his pink sleeper.  "Bye", she said leaving the room.

Joe's mother saw her out and then returned to the nursery.  She looked down on Joe.  "You may as well sleep here tonight seeing as you're all set for bed.  We'll have a girl's-only night of TV".  His Aunt chuckled in agreement.   "Nnnngghhhh!"  "Nighty night."  It was only 7pm.  Joe had just finished a large baby bottle of milk.  He would need the bathroom before long.

His mother hung his two baby dresses on the back of the nursery door.  "You can decide which one you prefer to wear tomorrow", she teased him.  She left the room to the sound of Joe desperately rattling the side-bars of his cot.  Talk about life imitating art, he thought.

He groped around the catch for the side bars but there was nothing he could do with his hands in the mittens.  He tugged desperately at his mittens but they wouldn't budge.  He was definitely trapped in the cot for the night.  Unless they were just joking, of course.

He heard his mother and Aunt laughing heartily at their TV programme.  He guessed they were drinking and had long forgotten about him.  He sighed heavily.  He was definitely being left in the cot and in his pink footed sleeper and nappy for the night.

Eventually, having given up all hope of escape or reprieve, he lay down in the cot.  His legs were spread apart by his thick cloth nappy.  It was difficult to find a comfortable way to lie.  Every time he moved an arm or a leg his whole sleeper shifted and stretched around his body.  It totally emphasized how trapped and helpless he was.  He wriggled his fingers in the padded mittens and there was nothing else he could do with them.

He was already feeling the need to pee after his large baby bottle of milk.  He tried to hold out as long as he could.  Not in any real hope of a reprieve but just to reduce the length of time he was going to have to spend in a soggy nappy.

Well, he'd already wet his nappy.  It wasn't a great feeling.  It was mortifying.  But his nappy had done its job and held everything in.  He consoled himself with that knowledge.  Then he started blubbering that this was what he was reduced to - he was trying to see the bright side of being kept in a nappy for the night.  Then he wet himself.

[DaraJaney]

By morning Joe desperately needed to poop.  He'd only had to pee in his nappy so far.  He tossed and turned in his cot trying not to think about it.  He listened carefully for anyone stirring in the house and then remembered that his mother and aunt had been drinking last night and would probably be sleeping it off.

He had no idea what time it was.  It was bright outside was all he could tell.  He really didn't want to poo in his nappy.  He desperately wanted to hear some movement in the house but it was silent.

He tried again to get out of his pink fleecy footed sleeper.  He pawed at the buttons at the back but it was absolutely hopeless with the mittens.  He lay back and looked down at the large bulge of his nappy beneath the pink fleece and right down to his feet.  He wiggled his feet in a futile struggle.  He could feel the sleeper stretch and strain all over his body but there was no way out of it.

He wanted to call out but the soother was tied in his mouth.  He pawed at the ribbons at the back of his head but again it was pointless with the mittens.  He got up on his knees and examined the catch on the bars of his cot again.  You just had to pull the latch across but he had no way of getting purchase with the damn mittens.  He had to try though and he pawed at the latch but his hands just slid across.

He shook the bars in frustration.  "Nnnnggghhhh!"  He had to get their attention.  He was going to poop in minutes.  "NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"  he groaned through his soother.  He listened.  Nothing.  "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH?.nnnnngggghhhh. ?..hhhhh".  His groans petered out into a whimper.  They weren't coming.

He got down on his hands and knees.  The poo was coming whether he liked it or not.  He decided he'd better exercise whatever control he had.

He winced at the full realization of what he was about to do.  He was going to poo in his nappy and he would have to wait an indeterminate length of time in the soiled nappy before being changed.

He pushed.  Nothing.  Pushed again.  A stool slid out.  He felt the weight of it tug at his nappy.  There he'd done it.  But there was more.  He pushed again and this time a lot gushed out.  He winced.  That was going to be very messy.  There were two more gushings before he reckoned he was done.  The smell now hit him.  He was going to be in the middle of that smell for goodness knows how long.

Like when he wet his nappy for the first time, he was terrified of moving.  He couldn't believe that it would hold in all of that.  He moved a little and felt the mess shift in his nappy.  He winced again.

But he couldn't stay in this position indefinitely.  He grabbed the side bars and steadied himself.  The mess moved again but as far as he could tell it was all held in.

He looked back at the pillow.  He wanted to lie down but that would cause serious movement in his nappy.  Still, he reckoned this was just what you had to put up with if you had to use a nappy.

He turned carefully on his back but holding himself up from the bed.  The load in his nappy hung below his bottom.  He winced as he lowered himself down.  The mess squished around his nappy.   "Nnngghhhh, nnnngggghhh, nnnggghhhh" he blubbered.

He lay frozen there for he didn't know how long.  He was terrified to move further.  He wondered how quickly the mess would harden.  Surely it would be more and more difficult to clean him the longer he was left in his soiled nappy.  He tried not to think of himself lying back having his mother clean his bottom but it was as inevitable as sunrise.

Finally he heard a bedroom door open.  He looked anxiously towards the door of his nursery but she passed by.  Then he could hear the second person.  They continued pottering about the bathroom and bedrooms.

He didn't want to wait any longer.  "NNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!"  He listened. Nothing.  "NNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!"   Eventually, a voice.

"I think I hear Baby crying", his Aunt called out.  "I'll go in in a minute", his mother called back.  Joe settled back.  But it was several minutes before his mother finally appeared.

She walked into the nursery followed by his Aunt.  She threw open the curtains and then her nose wiggled.   "Oh dear.  Does Baby need his nappy changed?"  His Aunt went "uugghhh!  What a pong!"

They opened the windows and door and then went about tidying up the room.  Joe just lay back in frustration.  He wanted to cry out "PLEASE CHANGE MY STINKING NAPPY!"  But all that came out was "Nnnnnggggghhhhh!"   "In a moment dear", his mother responded without even taking her attention away from her tidying.

Eventually she came over and looked into the cot.  "Right!  Let's be having you", she called out as if this was the most normal thing in the world.  Joe sighed.

[DaraJaney]

Joe's mother lowered the bars of his cot and helped him out.  He winced as he felt the load in his nappy shift again.  His mother hummed brightly as she unbuttoned his pink sleeper.  Joe was so relieved to be free of what felt almost like a straight-jacket.

They brought him over to a changing table.  Joe looked at it in dismay.  They really had been thorough making the set.  It was a fully equipped changing table just made bigger for Joe's size.

He winced again as he sat on the table and the load squished around his nappy.  He lay back and his mother got to work with his Aunt's help.  They peeled off his plastic pants.  "Oh dear!"  The smell got stronger.  His mother unpinned his nappy and carefully removed it taking as much of his mess as possible with it.  He heard it plop in a bucket.

His Aunt held his legs up in the air as his mother wiped his bottom.  He looked up at their faces.  He had assumed that they would hate having to clean his bottom in this way but they didn't seem to mind at all.

"Turn over", his mum called out.  He did as he was told.  He was now facing a mirror.  He could see his own face with the soother still tied in his mouth.  Behind, his mother opened a pack of baby wipes and started to clean all around his bottom.  She was humming happily again.  He didn't really want to watch his own nappy change but couldn't take his eyes from the mirror.

She powdered his bottom liberally and gave him a playful spank when she was done.  Then she took a clean nappy from a large pile.  "Over again!"  Joe saw the nappy in her hands.   "Nnnnggggghhhh!" 

He turned over but he didn't want to be put in another nappy.  When was this going to end?  He couldn't ask because of the damn soother.  "Nnnnggggghhhhh", he whimpered pleadingly.

His mother smiled.  "Come along now.  It's so nice having a baby to look after again."  She made him lift his bottom and slid his clean new nappy under and pinned him into it.  He looked across the room.  His Aunt was coming towards him with his lilac baby dress.  "Nnnngggghhhhh!"

They completely ignored his protests and threw his baby dress over his head, pushed his arms into the puffed sleeves and buttoned it up the back.  His Aunt flapped out his lilac tights and started to pull them over his feet.  He was about to resist when his mother placed the lacey bonnet on his head and tied the ribbon under his chin.  That distracted him long enough for his Aunt to get his tights half way up his legs and they pulled him down from the changing table so she could pull his tights up over his nappy.

His mother quickly followed with his matching frilly nappy cover and his Aunt tied his booties on.  "There!" she finished happily, totally ignoring his scowls.

Before he recovered from his dressing his Aunt had raised the tray of his high chair and they quickly bustled him over to it and lifted him in.  His mother did up his restraining straps while his Aunt locked the tray in front of him.

They breezed off to the kitchen as Joe wriggled and struggled to see if he could get out of the high chair.  The straps held him firmly.  He looked down at the little catch that could free him from his restraints but pawing at it with his mitten was as futile as ever.

He looked up.  He was facing the mirror again.  He looked at his totally babified self.  He was horrified at the frilly lilac dress and matching tights on his dangling legs.  Not only could he see his mass of frills perfectly in the mirror, his view was ringed with the lace of his bonnet as he looked out from within.

He sat staring at his reflection in the mirror even though it was horrendous because there was basically nothing else to do as he sat strapped in his high-chair.  Finally, some distraction as the door opened.

But he sighed as his mother came towards him with a baby bottle of milk and his Aunt carried a bowl of milky mush.  At least they had to finally remove his soother.  His mother untied the ribbon at the back and his Aunt wriggled the large teat out of his mouth.

He was so relieved.  He waggled his jaw and it felt so good.  But the teat of the bottle was immediately shoved in his mouth and it was clear it was staying there until he took it.  He suc-ked on the teat.  "Good baby", his mother said happily as she tipped the bottle up.

[DaraJaney]

It took Joe ages to finish his baby bottle and then his Aunt tied a bib around his neck and started to spoon feed him his milky rusks.  She quickly followed one spoonful after another so even though he was free of a soother or teat, Joe hadn't a moment to speak.   He wanted to plead to be let out of the nappy and baby dress but there was no opportunity.

He watched as his Aunt scrapped every last piece of mush from his bowl and shoved it into his mouth.  He was ready to take the opportunity to speak but as soon as he swallowed, the soother was pushed into his mouth again.  "Nnnggghhhh!"

His mother easily snapped the catch on his straps and swung the tray up to let him out.  At last, he thought.  But she led him to the play pen and his Aunt opened the side bars.  He was quickly pushed in and the bars locked shut.

"Lots of toys for you to play with all day!" his mother told him.  Joe tried to look down to see what toys were there but couldn't see much beyond the expanse of his petticoats.  He had to push them down out of the way to see and they tipped up at the back.  He looked over his shoulder at the mirror and his full frilly nappy cover was on show.  He let his petticoats go again.  They still only covered the top half of his nappy so everyone could enjoy his pretty frills.

He flopped down and his thick nappy cushioned his bottom while his petticoats ballooned around him.  He patted them down and looked around his pen.  There were rattles and letter blocks and a couple of large floppy dolls.  He sighed. 

He looked up to see his mother watching expectantly to see which toy he would choose.  He sighed again.  He pushed his mittened hand into the large ring on the rattle and picked it up.  He looked up and shook his rattle.  "Good baby", she smiled and went off to the kitchen.

The letter blocks had tinkling bells inside them and the dolls squeaked when moved.  They provided little amusement for him.  He sat there disconsolately.  He looked out at the garden wishing he could go out and kick a football.  Not wearing his nappy, baby dress and tights of course.  He didn't want to go out dressed like this.  Anyway, he couldn't even get out of his play pen until somebody let him.

"I don't hear any playing", his mother called in a sing-song voice from the kitchen.  He winced.  He picked up a letter block and it tinkled.  So they could make sure that he played with his rattles, blocks and dolls continuously.

Later the costume lady returned to the house.  "Sorry but I think I left my best scissors here yesterday".  She was shown into the nursery.  Joe sat in the play-pen in his lilac baby dress and tights and looked up through the frills of his bonnet as he shook a rattle disconsolately for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Oh hello, sweetie!", the lady said.  "You just love your baby dresses don't you?", she teased.  "Can't get enough of them."  Then she saw his two little-girl dresses hanging alongside his other baby dress.  "My goodness you've four pretty dresses to choose from."  His mother sighed a little.  "Unfortunately there's no bonnet or nappy covers to go with these two", she said, fingering the lace on the peach dress.

"Oh I can whip those up for you if you like", the costume lady offered.   Joe whimpered from his play-pen.  "Really?" his mother asked.  "Sure!  I presume you'd like lace-trimmed bonnets and nice frilly nappy covers for both?"  "Oh yes please!"

"Nnnngggghhhh!"  Joe protested from his play pen.  Why did he need FOUR baby dresses complete with bonnets and frilly nappy covers?!

"The little girl dresses may be a bit long though", his Aunt intervened, "they'd completely cover the nappy covers.  "No problem", the costume lady assured them.  "I can take them away and have them shortened so that they flare from just below breast level like his other baby dresses.  Then everyone will be able to see the matching frilly nappy covers."  "Oh you're too kind."  "Not at all, my pleasure!" she beamed down at Joe.  She sniggered seeing him actually suc-king on his soother to relieve his upset at the turn of events.

"It might take a little while as I'm busy with another ad coming up."  "Oh there's no hurry", his mother said.  "He's not going anywhere."  Joe looked up helplessly from his play-pen.  "I should have them in a couple of weeks."  "Perfect!"

Joe whimpered and sniffled.  His mother smiled at him.  "Poor baby doesn't want to wait two weeks for your pretty new dresses, do you?"  Joe frowned at her deliberate misunderstanding.  They all chuckled.

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The next day was Saturday.  As his mother was changing his soiled nappy his Aunt took his two baby dresses down.

"Do you want to wear your pink and lilac dress to the restaurant sweetie?"   "Nngghh?"  The restaurant.  They were proposing to bring him to the restaurant in his nappy and baby dress!  Everyone would know he was being kept as a sissy baby!  "Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh!"

His Aunt ignored the protest.  "Well if you're not going to choose I'll pick the pink dress for you."  Soon he was dressed in his pink baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover and his pink tights and booties.

He was put in his play pen for the morning and dutifully shook his rattles as he contemplated being brought out in public dressed as a sissy baby.  He would never be able to face his friends ever again.  What had happened already was bad enough but at least it could be explained away as acting.

Eventually his mother came into the nursery holding his leather harness.  Joe blubbered and sniffled as she put the harness on him and brought him to the front door.  The ladies ignored all his protests and simply put their coats on and checked their make up as if this was totally normal.

His Aunt took up his changing bag and swung it over her shoulder.  His baby bottle was tucked into a side pocket.  The door was open.  Joe suc-ked hard on his soother before he was tugged out by his harness.  He looked up and down the road desperately hoping there was nobody to see.  A woman five doors up stopped at her door and stared.

His mother was fiddling with her car keys while he stood, his petticoats being tossed by the breeze.  He was desperate to get into the car and out of sight.  It was a little chilly and his arms were cold.  He actually felt momentarily grateful that he was wearing warm wool-knit tights before remembering that they were pink and everyone could see them ? and his frilly pink nappy cover.

Eventually he was able to scramble into the car.  Anyone would think he was anxious to get to the restaurant.  His Aunt belted him in and they took off.  Joe squirmed in his baby dress contemplating what was coming.  He realized that he was actually suc-king hard on his soother for comfort.  He needed to stop that!

They pulled into the car park.  Joe's inevitable ultimate humiliation was coming and there was nothing he could do about it except visualize it.  His Aunt popped his seat belt and pulled him out of the car by his harness.

They walked him across the car park.  Joe kept his eyes front as he waddled not wanting to know how many people were watching the spectacle.  The car park was full.  He could hear the noisy chatter from the full restaurant.

He couldn't help noticing people at the window tables staring out as he approached.  His petticoats billowed and he struggled to keep them down.  People were nudging each other and pointing.

They went in the restaurant door and the chatter died to a complete silence.  The restaurant was clearly expecting them and had reserved their usual table and had his large high chair in place.

The silence was soon replaced by sniggering and tittering as Joe waddled to his high chair as quickly as he could.  But his mother tugged on his reins and slowed him down.  He just kept eyes down in front.  His life was over.

He was strapped into his high chair and once again his mother and Aunt had a beautiful roast while he was fed a bottle and green mush by the cute waitress.  They didn't rush their meal and had every course available.  Joe inevitably wet his nappy and the cute waitress led him down the centre of the restaurant carrying his changing bag towards the baby changing room.  All he could hear was tittering as he waddled by.  He looked up briefly and saw most eyes looking below his dress at his bulging soggy nappy under his tights and frilly nappy cover.

Later his mother got chatting to the waitress as she cleared the dishes.  She said that she needed to find a new flat soon and had been looking for weeks.  "Why don't you come and stay with us?" his mother asked.  "Hhhhnnnnggggg?"  Joe uttered through his soother.  They didn't have a spare room.

"You can take Joe's room", his mother told her, "while he's in the nursery".  The waitress beamed.  "Baby has his own nursery?!"  Joe looked from one to the other in surprise.

"I'll take you up on that offer", the waitress replied.  "And I can help with looking after Baby ? feeding and changing him when you're out for the night."  "Perfect!" his mother responded.  Joe just sat there suc-king hard on his soother ?not even realizing it this time.  This was not a positive turn of events.  How long was the waitress going to occupy his bedroom and ensure that he had to be in the nursery?  Again everyone ignored his pouting and he just had to sit there in his high chair while arrangements were made.

[DaraJaney]

So the waitress, Kate, moved into Joe's room.  Joe sat in his play pen playing with his dolls while her stuff was being moved in.  It sounded like there was a lot of it.  He could hear a discussion followed by them taking all Joe's clothes and putting them in black plastic bags which he could see them put out of the way in the garden shed.  He wasn't asked about this.  Like everything else it just happened while he played in his pen.

Kate was true to her word and keen to help feed and change him much to his mortification.  He kept getting erections when she changed him.  He couldn't help it, she was too cute.  Afterwards during his long evenings in his cot he could visualize her and get erect again.  However, his thick nappy and hands in padded mittens ensured that he could never bring it to any fruition.  He just writhed there in his pink sleeper hovering on the edge of an orgasm that was never going to come.

Kate suggested that his mother and Aunt take a weekend away while she looked after Joe.  They were delighted at the offer.  Joe had mixed feelings.  He loved Kate but he would be mortified by erections all weekend.

Thanking her for taking on the job of feeding and changing him for a whole weekend she replied that she had actually been a nanny before for a year.  "Still have the uniform somewhere I think", she chuckled.

When his mother was giving him his last change before heading off for the weekend, she did something different.  "Hhhhnnnn?"  Joe looked down at what she was doing.  She placed a hard plastic ring behind his testicles and pinned it in place with a thin post.  Then she took a pen-is shaped plastic mould and worked it up over his member.  What on earth was she doing?  She took a padlock and locked the two parts together.  She wiggled it about and Joe looked down in puzzlement.

"You must be looking forward to being looked after by pretty Kate all weekend", she said to him.  Joe thought about it.  He couldn't reply because of his ever present soother.  Oh no!  Thinking about it was arousing him.  Not in front of his mother.  She watched as his member grew.

"Nnnngggghhhh!"  Joe looked down again in surprise.  His pen-is had enlarged a little but was now pressing against the plastic cover.  "That will keep things under control", his mother said.  "Do you like her waitress uniform", his mother asked.  Normally Joe would go very erect at the thought but he just got a dull feeling as his pen-is was trapped.  His mother smiled in satisfaction and continued to put his clean nappy on over his new chastity device.

His mother and Aunt waved goodbye at him in his play pen.  "Have fun!"  Joe dutifully shook his rattle as they left.  "We will!" he heard shouted from Kate's room and they were gone.

A few minutes later, Joe was rearranging his tinkling letter blocks when Kate came in.  "Look what I found!"  She was wearing a blue dress with a crisp white apron and had a white cap pinned to her hair.  Joe's member immediately started to harden and then just dulled as it met its barrier.

She did a twirl.  The dress was well above her knee and she wore black tights and fairly high heeled shoes.  Joe couldn't take his eyes off her nanny's uniform.  He squirmed as his arousal was smothered though.

Kate spotted a thread on her knee and bent over to pick it off.  Her dress rode up and Joe saw the tops of her stockings and the suspender strap attached.  His pen-is fought desperately against its barrier.  Even the sound of her heels on the floorboards had him going.

At least when it came to changing his nappy he no longer had to worry.  She giggled when she removed his soggy nappy and first saw his chastity device.  "No more fun and games for baby, eh?"  Joe frowned.

She jiggled it about.  It made him as erect as was possible and he squirmed yet again at the arousal and then it being cut off.  She pinned his nappy and patted the front of it playfully before putting him in his plastic pants.