Author Topic: Brat Camp (Read 30461 times)

DaraJaney · « **on:** May 16, 2006, 06:00:24 PM »

Gary sat in the reception room with seven other boys. They all sat sulkily with their arms crossed. A big burly man stood by the door they came in, glaring at all these long-haired teenage delinquents.

Suddenly the other door opened. A big stern looking woman came in dressed in what looked like an old-fashioned nurse’s uniform. She grabbed the boy nearest the door by the arm and hauled him through the door before he had a chance to object.

The door closed and all of the boys looked at each other ominously. They could hear protests coming from the other room. “What are you doing?” “No!” Then they heard the buzz of a barber’s shaver. “What the …” They all frowned. It looked like they were all going to lose the hair they had taken so long to grow. Gary studied the guy by the door and briefly considered making an escape attempt. The protests from the other room were now muffled. “Mmmmm!”

After twenty minutes or so another boy was picked off and they heard all the same noises - the buzz of the shaver followed by the protests becoming muffled. Surely they weren’t gagging the boys?

The first four boys opposite Gary were the first to be taken. He was nearest the door on his side. He took a last look at his long hair. The door opened and he braced himself.

The woman grabbed him and brought him into the other room. He expected to see a barber’s chair but instead there was something like a doctor’s patient couch. On an adjacent table was a pile of white towels and various lotions and powders.

There was a second big burly woman and they set about undressing Gary. “What the..” They were not listening to his protests and gruffly pulled off his shirt, shoes, socks and trousers. He made a vain attempt to preserve his boxers. “No, please!” But they were yanked off him and he was manhandled onto the couch.

One woman held him down by the shoulders. He heard the buzzing of the shaver. He braced himself but found his legs being spread apart by the other woman. She proceeded to shave his pubic hair off. He was dumbfounded. “What are you doing?”

The woman at his head let his shoulders go briefly and suddenly he felt something being jammed into his mouth. This was obviously the gag. She strapped it in behind his head. He looked down and was very puzzled. The gag was pink. He took an exploratory chew. It seems to be like a big baby’s dummy. “Mmmmmm!”

When finished with the shaver, the woman took a blade and scraped away the stubble. They made him turn over and she shaved his bottom too. Next his groin and bottom were smothered in a cream.

Then she took one of the towels and held it up. Gary thought it was odd that it was triangular. She slapped his bottom to make him raise it and slipped the towel under. It was only when she drew the towel up between his legs that he realised what she was doing. She was putting him in a nappy!

He struggled as best he could but the other women held him down as he was pinned in and plastic pants were pulled up over his nappy.

They hauled him off the couch and through the next door. In the next room there were two more similarly well-built women. This time there WAS a barber’s chair. He was put into it and the other women took over.

With dizzying speed he was tipped backwards towards a sink and had his hair washed. They rubbed foul-smelling liquids in his hair and while he was still trying to figure it all out they started rolling his hair in curlers. Any time he tried to struggle one of the women would hold him down firmly.

An elasticated cap was stretched over his hair once it was all in curlers. Then he was pulled into another room. A pile of blue and white clothes were on a chair. Another woman took a pair of short white pants and brought them over to him. He noticed that they had a trim of lace around the leg openings.

He thought that they were surely too big for him but they fitted snugly over the bulge of his nappy. The woman picked up a blue garment. It seemed to be a sailor shirt with wide white collar and lapels. She pulled it over his head and he felt himself being zipped in.

He looked down and saw that the “shirt” was heavily flared from breast level. It appeared to be a dress! It was so short that Gary could see the lace trim on his pants.

He was then pulled backwards and made to get up on a chair. They pulled straps over his arms and they fastened them in front of his chest with a click. The women tightened the straps so he was held firmly. They relaxed a bit now as he was well restrained.

The chair had a tray attached which they swung down in front of him and it locked in position with a click. They went back to the chair and picked up pair of gloves and socks.

One women slipped the gloves over his hands. His fingers and thumbs slid into little compartments within the gloves and he then noticed that the gloves themselves had no fingers or thumbs as seen from the outside. The woman fastened them at his wrists and watched as he tried to wiggle his fingers. They couldn’t move independently at all.

The other woman pulled the socks onto his feet. He couldn’t see them under the tray but felt her tie them at his ankles. When she was done, he stuck his feet straight out and leaned forwards so he could see them over the tray. The socks were actually blue fleecy booties, secured with a white ribbon, tied in a bow. He tried to find a rung underneath the chair on which to rest his feet but there didn’t appear to be one so they dangled in mid-air.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #1 on:** May 17, 2006, 02:09:29 PM »

Both women moved behind the chair and pushed it. It was on castors. They moved him towards the next door. When he was pushed into the next room, he saw the previous four boys all similarly strapped into high-chairs and wearing identical sailor dresses.

A couple of them wriggled and struggled to get free to no avail. Gary could see under their dresses that they all had the same big bulge of a nappy under their pants.

Gary was wheeled into line with them and then saw that they were all facing a mirror that ran the length of the opposite wall. He looked just like on oversized baby except for the cap over his hair.

The women exchanged comments in a foreign language and went to the first boy. They removed the cap over his head and started to take out the curlers. The boy watched in the mirror as a dozen sausage curls unfolded and dangled just above his shoulders. Tears came into his eyes. The other boys looked at each other in horror and renewed their efforts to get free from their restraints.

Gary realised if he didn’t get those curlers out of his hair quickly then he was going to be similarly adorned with curls or ringlets. He squirmed in the high-chair and desperately tried to get out of the straps. But after several minutes he had to give up. He sat looking in the mirror at the bag over his hair and resigned himself to his new hairstyle.

At regular intervals the remaining three boys appeared, similarly strapped into high-chairs until all eight were left facing the mirror. When the last one was wheeled in a speaker in the corner started emitting nursery songs.

When Gary’s hair was done the woman removed the cap and the dreaded bleached sausage curls fell on his shoulders. He tried to straighten his hair out by pressing his hands against the side of his head and smoothing it down but every time he let go again his hair sprang back into its curls.

Finally when all the boys’ curls were on show a man came into the room. He was very respectably dressed in a smart suit and tie. He stood in front of them. “Welcome to the Big Brother Brat Camp boys.” Then he sniggered at the thought of these being boys.

“You have all been nominated by your little sisters for our very special course.” Gary thought of his four-year-old sister, Cindy. He had never been very nice to her. Was she really responsible for him being dressed up like a baby girl? He would kill her. Again he struggled to get out of the chair. The man smiled at his futile attempts.

“You are to be our guests here for some time”, he continued. “For how long, depends on you. We have developed a special obedience course for troublesome boys like you. You will only leave here when you have become a convincing ultra-sissy little baby girl.”

The boys looked at each other in shock. Gary was certain that this must be a nightmare. He would have pinched himself if he had the use of his fingers.

“As you may have gathered, your nannies are foreigners and do not have a word of English. None of you know their language either. You will not be allowed to speak but even if you do, it will be a meaningless babble to them.” The women all marched into the room carrying clipboards.

You are required to behave like perfect little baby girls. Everything suitably babyish that you do will earn you marks. Any resistance or disobedience will lose you marks and merit punishments.

Gary wriggled yet again to get out of his seat. The nanny in front of his chair frowned and made a note on her clipboard. “You just don’t get it, do you?” the man asked. Two of the nannies stepped forward. One undid the strap that kept the dummy in Gary’s mouth. The other took the dummy out. Gary exercised his jaw while surprised that they had relieved him of the dummy.

The other woman had a jar and she dipped the dummy into a viscous liquid. Then she shoved the dummy back in his mouth and before he realised what was happening it was strapped in. Gary winced at the taste of the castor oil.

“Now which one of you wants to be the first to nurse his soother without the need for it to be strapped in?” The man paced up and down in front of the high-chairs while the boys thought about it. The last boy looked sideways at the others and then tentatively raised his hand.

“Good, good, Alex.” One of the nannies stepped forward and removed the strap from his dummy. Alex kept the dummy in. His nanny noted it on the clipboard. “Now, nurse it”, the man instructed him. Alex proceeded to suc-k on the dummy. Another note was made.

“Very good. Now at the end of two weeks, whoever has been the best sissy baby girl, will be the first to be let go.” Another boy put his hand up. The strap on his dummy was removed and he nursed it eagerly. Gary was just concerned that they intended to keep him like this for two whole weeks – at least.

The other boys looked at each other nervously. None of them wanted to act like a baby but neither did they want to be kept in nappies any longer than necessary. Two of the boys realised that they had little choice and put their hands up.

As their dummies were unstrapped, the man continued to explain. “Whoever is first to wet their nappies will get bonus points, as will the first to soil themselves. Your plastic pants contain electronic sensors that will indicate when you are wet.” He gestured towards a row of eight red lights on the wall.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #2 on:** May 18, 2006, 01:27:34 PM »

Gary noticed that Alex’s eyes were squeezed shut. He realised that he was trying to pee or poo. When others noticed, they similarly started concentrating on their toilet.

“You will also gain or lose points for your general demeanour. Happy little girls will do well. Curtseying, hugging or kissing your dollies and teddies will also get you points.” The nannies handed out dollies to the eight boys. About half of them proceeded to hug and kiss theirs but Gary and others couldn’t bring themselves to do it. All the nannies made notes.

Gary put his dolly on the tray in front of him. His nanny frowned. She left the room and returned with some equipment. It looked like the kind of stand you often see people wheeling about in hospitals with a drip attached to them. A bag of dark liquid was suspended from it.

She positioned it beside Gary. She took hold of his dummy and pulled out the ring that was attached to it. She plugged a tube from the bag into the dummy and turned a valve. Gary watched as the liquid ran down the tube. He felt a trickle in his mouth. The taste was horrible. When his mouth filled he had no choice but to swallow. He winced. Before he could recover, his mouth was filling up again.

“We’ll see how you like a pint of prune juice”, the man said. “That will also ensure that you fill your nappy before too long. But you won’t get any points for it since you’ve been using artificial assistance.” He sniggered.

The remaining boys picked up their dollies and started playing with them with varying degrees of enthusiasm. The nannies made notes. Gary reckoned he must be well behind already.

When Gary’s prune juice was finished, one of the nannies brought in a tray of bowls. Each was filled to the brim with a lumpy goo. Bibs were tied around the boys’ necks. Gary decided not to resist this.

They started with Alex. His nanny removed his soother and held a spoonful up to his mouth. He put his mouth over the spoon and took the goo. He winced briefly but then gave a nervous smile and pretended that it was lovely. His nanny smiled. Alex accepted spoonful after spoonful and held his dolly tightly through the whole feeding.

The other nannies proceeded to feed their charges. Even the boys whose dummies were still strapped in behaved themselves when they were removed and accepted the feeding. Gary grimaced at the first mouthful. It was sickly sweet and barely tepid. He couldn’t identify the lumpy bits at all. His nanny frowned and he quickly smiled back.

When they were all fed, the nannies reinserted their dummies but didn’t strap them in. While only a couple of the boys openly nursed the soothers, even Gary knew better than to refuse it at this stage.

The nannies disappeared and returned carrying four play-pens. Alex was freed from his high-chair. Gary wondered if they were about to be presented with a chance to escape. When Alex jumped down from the chair, he wobbled uncertainly. The base of the blue booties were curved making it very difficult for him to stand. He fell down on his hands and knees. The nanny uttered something that sounded approving. She opened the side of the play-pen and Alex crawled on his hands and knees into the pen. Gary noticed how enormous his nappied bottom looked as he crawled along.

Alex sat in the middle of the play-pen, looked up angelically nursing his soother. The nanny made a note. Gary cursed the little sissy. The other boys were allowed out of their high-chairs and obediently crawled into their pens where they were held in pairs.

When Gary jumped down on the curved booties he realised that escape was not an option. He fell to his knees and crawled into a pen. When his companion crawled in it became clear that the pens were uncomfortably small to hold two. The boys were awkward enough about having to wear dresses but they could not move about the pens without touching and that made them feel even more uncomfortable.

They all heard a ping. The second red light had come on. Alex frowned at the boy beside him whose eyes were pressed shut. After ten seconds or so the boy opened his eyes and looked about himself with great embarrassment but a certain sense of achievement.

His nanny made a note before putting down her clipboard. She let him out of the pen. With her assistance he was just about able to walk across the room to the changing table in the corner, taking one careful step at a time. The other boys watched mournfully as he was changed, realising that they were obviously going to look just as ridiculous when their time came.

The boys were given toys to play with in the pens. The nannies carefully noted which of them were being good little babies and which of them were not. Gary went through the motions but couldn’t bring himself to really act like a baby girl. He suspected that at this stage he was already too far behind.

He looked over and saw Alex up on his hands and knees. He appeared to be trying to do a poo. A few minutes later Gary felt a rumble in his stomach. He realised ruefully that he was going to have to do one too at some stage.

It gradually became obvious that it was going to be sooner rather than later. Gary knew he had no prospect of gaining points by being first so he tried to hold off. But the prune juice did its business.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #3 on:** May 19, 2006, 07:07:17 PM »

Gary’s red light started flashing and there was a ping. His pen-mate grimaced and squeezed as far as he could into the corner. His nanny came over and sniffed the air. She said something to him but he couldn’t understand. She repeated it a few times but he looked at her blankly. He tried a few things to please her. He suc-ked on the dummy. He hugged his dolly but eventually she shrugged and let him out of the pen.

She helped him wobble over to the changing table. She grimaced when she unpinned his nappy. Gary was actually relieved that he didn’t have to clean himself. He was pinned into a clean nappy and returned to the play pen.

Within ten minutes he realised that he also had a pee coming. He knew by now that there was no point in holding out so let it come. As he sat there feeling the warmth spread all around his nappy, the light flashed. His nanny glared at him. She stomped over to the play pen and spoke to him. He had no idea what she was saying but she was obviously angry. She took her clipboard and wrote something down. He presumed it wasn’t good.

As she helped him over to the changing table again he wondered if, when he was soiled, she had been asking him if he wanted to do anything else. It was frustrating not knowing what they were saying. She muttered away angrily as she changed him for the second time.

As the evening closed in, the boys were taken from their pens and brought into another room. Eight wooden cots were lined up on both sides of the room. The boys were undressed and put in pink nighties. The side bars were lowered and they were made to get in.

The boys were each handed a baby bottle of warm milk. Alex removed his soother and immediately started suc-king on it. Gary looked around the other cots and when he saw all the others starting to suc-k theirs, he reluctantly stuck the teat in his mouth. However, his nanny noted that he was the last to do so.

While they took their bottles, the nannies buckled straps to their ankles and attached the other end to a leg of the cot. Gary realised that he was confined to the cot for the night. It was still bright outside so it was going to be a long night.

Once the nannies left the room, Gary removed his dummy. A tape of nursery songs played for an hour or so as the boys lay back in their cots contemplating how they were going to survive the next two weeks.

Gary looked through the bars of his cot at the boy in the next one. He was still suc-king on his dummy and clutched a teddy. What a baby, thought Gary. What’s the point in keeping the act up when there is nobody around? Then he noticed a red light in the corner of the ceiling. There appeared to be a camera mounted there. Gary reinserted his soother and started suc-king. He took a doll that was left in his cot and put his arms around it.

During the night a nanny came in occasionally and took one of the boys from his cot and into the next room to be changed. Gary wasn’t sure what time of the night it was when he wet himself.

The next day they followed a typical baby routine of bottle and spoon-feeding at regular intervals in the high-chair, playing with toys in their pens and taking naps and an early night in their cots.

Half of the boys competed with each other to be the best baby girls. They eagerly slurped their bottles and smiled angelically at their nannies, curtseying at every opportunity and doing everything they were told without hesitation. Gary was amazed how quickly some teenage delinquents could be turned into sissy baby girls.

The other half of them were obedient but couldn’t bring themselves to act like real babies. They did enough to avoid castor oil or prune juice punishments but that was it. They knew they were not in the running to be released after the two weeks but they gloomily realised that at some stage they were probably going to have to give in and flounce around the place just like a baby girl.

On their third day in nappies their little sisters came to visit. Most of them were just a few years younger than their brothers so Gary’s four-year-old sister Cindy was by far the youngest.

The girls were beside themselves with delight when they saw their older brothers in their sailor dresses. They pulled their siblings panties down to inspect their nappies. The boys obeyed their little sisters’ commands. Alex and a few others smiled nervously and tried to please with curtseys and flicks of their sausage curls. When the girls burst out into uncontrolled laughter the boys’ smiles faded momentarily but they pulled themselves together.

Cindy tugged Gary’s curls and squealed with delight when she confirmed that they were real. She made him bend over to get a really good look at his nappy. “Oh look this must be their changing table”, one of the girls noticed. They examined the tall pile of cotton nappies and the creams and lotions.

The girls were all given bottles and led their older brothers over to their high-chairs. Cindy had to be given a stool to stand on to bottle-feed Gary.

As the boys were being led back to their play-pens Alex’s red light flashed. He stood in the middle of the girls shifting from one foot to the other nervously with a fixed smile on his face. His sister fetched his nanny and he was led to the changing table. All the girls followed him over.

Alex lay back on the changing table. He raised his head and watched the girls gather around. For once his smile failed him. Gary actually felt sorry for him as the girls tittered and sniggered at every stage of his changing. He was totally red-faced when he was led back to his play-pen.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #4 on:** May 21, 2006, 05:22:47 AM »

At the end of the first week the boys were advised that they would be told which order they were in. The man in the suit returned and informed Alex that he was in first place. Alex was freed from his high-chair and his nanny took him from the room.

The others sat there wondering about their positions. Alex was brought back. He was wearing a sky blue fleecy romper suit. The bulge of his nappy in the lower half of his outfit was obvious and there was a snap crotch for easy changing but he was still the envy of the other boys. He no longer had to suc-k on a dummy, though a blue one hung from a ribbon attached to his suit just in case. His hair was still in curls but he had flat booties and was able to walk without assistance. He was clearly pleased with his achievement and the other boys were actually sorry now that they hadn’t tried harder.

The second boy was taken out and returned in a romper too but this one had a flowery pattern and frills around the leg and arm openings. He still suc-ked on a pink soother but had flat booties and could walk.

The next two boys remained in their sailor dresses. One of them was rewarded with flat booties but the other still had to crawl to his pen.

That left the four who had not tried very hard. Two of them were taken out and Gary and the only other boy remaining looked at each other nervously. The other two returned in yellow gingham dresses with matching panties and their sausage curls tied up with yellow ribbons. As they crawled to their pens everyone could see the three rows of lace frills across their panties.

Gary was dismayed to see the other boy taken out. He returned in a peach dress trimmed with wide lace at the collar, sleeves and hem and which had layers of net petticoats to make it flare out, leaving his thickly frilled panties visible even without bending over. He wore a matching bonnet also trimmed with lace. He looked pretty miserable.

Gary was taken from the room. When he returned he was wearing a pink dress with a pattern of little white ponies. It had four layers of organza petticoats that made the skirt stand out at a huge angle. The sleeves were puffed out and lace trimmed, the lace collar extended the full width of his shoulders. There were a dozen bows attached around the front of the dress and the hem. He couldn’t actually see his white bloomers below his dress until he faced the mirror and saw a dozen rows of lace frills from the waist band down to the end of the legs. He also wore pink tights with a pattern of woolly white sheep. His face peered out from a thickly frilled bonnet tied under his chin in a bow.

Two nannies held him on either side. As well as the difficulty with the curved booties his legs were now spread wider by a double thickness nappy. The man explained that Gary would only be changed now when he soiled himself. The thicker nappy could absorb several wettings.

Despite their own predicament, the other boys looked pitifully on Gary. He sat there in his pen like a ball of pink fluff, his arms projected out at his sides resting on his huge skirts. His pink legs stuck out from beneath his petticoats spread at a wide angle by his thick nappy. He sat their practically unable to move.

His nanny stood over him with the clipboard. He looked up and tried to smile sweetly despite his acute humiliation. He nursed his soother exaggeratedly and she made the appropriate notes.

The man then said “there is one other thing I want to tell you. You may have thought that this place is called the Big Brother Brat Camp because you were all selected by your little sisters. But there is another reason.” The boys looked up from their pens with interest.

“You have been on live television, coast-to-coast, 24 hours a day since you arrived. We have broken all rating records and 98% of the nation has been watching your babification.” Almost immediately, five of the red lights came on as the boys wet themselves at the thought of the whole nation, including their family and friends, watching their humiliating week. The nannies looked at the lights and laughed.

The public will vote on who to release next week so you had better all be on your best baby behaviour from now on.

The boys who had wet themselves were brought one by one to the changing table – all bright red with embarrassment now that they knew the whole country was watching them have their nappy changed. They eyed the dark panel above the changing table and assumed that it must be where the camera was hidden. Before the last one was changed, Gary wet himself. He looked at his nanny guiltily but she just noted it and walked away.

Alex was allowed out of his pen and he walked up and down proudly in his blue romper looking down at the other boys in their sissy outfits. Gary thought Alex needn’t think he was so great – his romper still bulged over a nappy – but then he looked down at his own outfit and supposed that everything is relative.

If the boys hadn’t felt self-conscious in their nappies and baby outfits before, they certainly did now, knowing that countless millions were watching them. A couple of boys burst into tears when they thought about the implications. Their nannies signalled to them to suc-k on their dummies for consolation but this only made them cry harder as they realised how that must look to the audience.

The boys were now in no doubt that it was in their interests to act like the perfect sissy baby if they wanted to get out of this nightmare or at least get into a less sissy outfit. Their dilemma was that they were going to have to deliberately act like a perfect sissy baby in front of the whole country.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #5 on:** May 23, 2006, 06:09:02 PM »

As Gary sat in his high chair awaiting his bottle, he tried to look as cute as possible. He figured he now had a head start given his ultra sissy outfit. He looked in the mirror and saw how his face was framed by his bonnet and how only his eyes and nose could be seen above the large soother. He suc-ked firmly on it making sure it could be seen moving in and out. He looked at his legs in their pink tights and kicked them about a little to actually draw attention to them.

He had to turn his head to look at the other boys because the bonnet only let him see directly in front. He definitely looked cuter. His legs were pushed very obviously farther apart than the others by his thicker nappy. His frilly bloomers could be clearly seen even with the tray pulled down in front of him. He was easily the sissiest. Then he thought of the millions watching and he wet himself again.

Because he was only being changed when he was soiled he tried to do more number 2’s. But it wasn’t so easy. The others would look on in amusement as he spent ages on his hands and knees obviously trying to squeeze a poo out. He could do with some of that prune juice now but would they give him any?

The eight boys did their best to act like perfect babies for the whole week, despite the knowledge that millions were watching. They all reckoned that the damage was done by now and their only goal was to be freed.

On the eve of the vote they all felt under intense pressure. When his nanny took his empty bowl away after his feeding Gary examined himself in the mirror to make sure he looked as cute as possible. She had forgotten to insert his soother so he pretended to eagerly stuff it into his mouth and started suc-king. His bloomers were hidden beneath the tray so he twisted about in his high-chair as much as the straps would allow him. He managed to turn enough so that a few rows of frilly lace were visible.

When his nanny came back he went “Mmmmmm” and pointed at the biggest prettiest dolly in his play-pen. She said something in her language as if she didn’t understand. He made a sad face, slapped his mittens on his tray in mock-frustration and pointed firmly at the dolly. She smiled, fetched the dolly and handed it to him. He snatched it from her and held it close to his chest as if he had saved his dolly from a terrible fate and then he rocked her from side to side.

He looked at his reflection. He really did look like a pathetic sissy baby girl. The pressure got to him and he started crying. He shuddered, he cried so hard. Please, please get me out of here, he begged silently. He took a peek at the mirror, realised that this was probably doing him no harm with the viewing public. He looked up so his moist eyes could be clearly seen.

The nanny came back, wondering what he was crying about. She said something, sniffed the air to see if he needed changing, shrugged and walked off.

The next day as they waited for the result of the vote, the six boys in baby dresses were strapped into their high-chairs. They all clutched dollies and teddies anxiously. The two boys in rompers walked up and down in front of them.

The man came in with a clipboard. A red light flashed on the board. They all turned and looked at the boy who had wet himself. He sniffled and suc-ked on his soother. “It’ll have to wait”, the man told him.

“The baby who has been voted to leave the Big Brother Brat Camp is…… Alex!” Alex jumped up and down. His nanny took him by the hand to lead him out of the nursery. She unbuckled his mittens as they went. He turned and sneered at the seven boys who were condemned to remain.

The man continued to announce the order that the other boys came in which would determine their attire for the next week. A couple of boys rose or dropped a place in the ranks. Todd was the lucky one to get the blue romper. As each one was called out Gary became more anxious. Surely he had been a more convincing sissy baby than the others.

When it was down to two Gary twisted anxiously in his high-chair. As the other boy was led out, Gary burst into tears again. Another week in this hugely frilly baby dress, in the lacey bloomers and pink tights. As he cried an awkward thought came to him. What if they voted to keep him this way precisely BECAUSE he was the most convincing sissy baby?

This was a confusing thought. What was he supposed to do? He looked at his tear-stained face in the middle of his bonnet and realised that he really had no choice. If it was a case of trying to be the least sissy or the most sissy there was only one he was going to achieve.

He rubbed his wet eyes with his mittens. When he pulled them away the man was standing in front of him tut-tutting. His nanny stood with her arms crossed. The man said something in the foreign language and the nanny proceed to free Gary from the high-chair.

She led him to the changing table and started the routine for changing. She took off his booties and bloomers, rolled down his tights, removed his bonnet and dress. She dropped his heavily soaked nappy in the bucket and proceeded to clean him.

He lay on his tummy while she wiped his bottom. When he went to turn back, she placed a hand firmly on his back and held him there. He gave a puzzled frown as he heard another nanny wheel something into the room.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #6 on:** May 24, 2006, 04:22:25 PM »

He felt the cheeks of his bottom being pulled apart and something like oil was rubbed around his rectum. Then something plastic was placed at his rectum. Suddenly it was pushed into him and his whole body jerked and then froze as it was pushed in. “MMMMMM!!” he protested. Then he felt warm liquid flood into his bottom. His sphincter clenched instinctively to no avail as the liquid continued to fill him up. He wriggled desperately on the table but the nannies held him down. “MMMMmmmm” he went as the last of the water flowed in. They stopped holding him down and he looked up. The nanny pointed to the door. He got off the table and she grabbed him by the arm and rushed him across the room. He walked as quickly as his sore bottom would let him and she brought him to a toilet. He sat on it and all the water gushed out his bottom. He had so desperately wanted to use a toilet for the last two weeks but this wasn’t how he envisaged it.

Once he was done she took him by the arm and brought him back. It all happened so quickly that no thought of attempting escape even occurred to him. He was put up on the changing table face down again. What now? he wondered.

Another blob of lubricant was placed on his rectum. Surely not again! He felt something plastic at his bottom. He winced at the thought of a repeat but there was clearly nothing he could do, so he resigned himself to it.

His sphincter was pushed open again but he was alarmed to find it continuing to be forced open wider than last time. “MMMMMM” he went as he writhed on the table. The nanny slapped his bottom to make him stay still. He was at their mercy so he did his best. Eventually whatever they were putting in his bottom stopped widening his rectum any further and it started to narrow. He relaxed a little as his sphincter closed over it. But it only closed about half way and then he felt a stub at the bottom.

The nannies stepped back from the table. Gary lay perfectly still as he wondered what they would do next. The object appeared to be held firmly in place, being wider on either side of the part that his sphincter had closed over.

They helped him to turn over. He winced at the massive discomfort of the object wedged in his bottom. Next thing his nanny started to put a nappy on him. He jerked upwards in shock at the realisation that they were going to leave this thing in him. The other nanny pushed his chest firmly and made him lie back. He whimpered desperately through his dummy but they continued to pin on his nappy, pull up his plastic pants, then his tights and bloomers.

Tears streamed down his face as he was helped back to his play pen and this was no sissy act. He sat unable to budge for at least two hours. Eventually he had to move and he did so ever so gingerly. This thing was obviously staying in him and he was going to have to get used to it.

It was 24 hours before they brought him to the changing table again. He lay face down in great anticipation of having the butt plug removed. The nurse gently pulled it out and he held the table tightly as his sphincter widened and finally closed completely. He sighed but had barely done so when the enema tube was reinserted. Within seconds warm water was flooding into his bowels again. Then he was brought to the toilet.

The nanny brought him back to the table and made him lie face down again. “Mmmmmm!” he begged but was too tired to resist. His crying was brought to a sudden halt as the butt plug forced his rectum open again. Once it was firmly in place he resumed his bawling.

For the rest of the week he received an enema every twenty fours hours after which the butt plug was re-inserted. It is amazing what one can almost get used to but the butt plug was a constant 24 hour reminder stuck up his bottom. It was the longest week of his life. He remained sullen thoughout. At regular intervals tears rolled down his cheeks. If it wasn’t for the comfort of his soother and his cuddly toys he wouldn’t have made it through the week.

On the eve of the next vote Gary was sitting in his play-pen finishing a bottle of milk. He now found the warm milk soothing in a day which held little pleasure for him and he happily suc-ked it quickly before it went cool.

He put down the bottle when finished and reached for his soother which should have been dangling from his dress as usual. But it wasn’t there. He looked around the pen with growing concern. Then he looked over at the high-chair and saw his soother and favourite white teddy on the tray.

He looked around the room but none of the nannies were around. He missed his soother already. The two boys in rompers were wandering around the room. As one of them passed Chris gave a plaintive “mmmmmm?” They stopped and looked at him. He pointed towards the high-chair. They looked and saw the dummy and teddy.

“Oh, does our sissiest baby want his dum-dums?” Gary frowned but nodded. They took the dummy and teddy and brought them over to the cot but held them over the side bars and waved them at him teasingly.

He was going to have to get up on his knees and crawl over to reach them. He rolled over and winced as the butt plug moved within him. He crawled to the side bars and reached out but the boys moved back still taunting him with the soother and teddy. Gary slapped the side of the pen in frustration and reached out again. He started to cry which only made the boys laugh.

“Oh look at the sissy baby cry because he wants his dum-dum.” The other one said “show us your frilly bloomers”. Gary sighed and turned around. He bent over and wiggled his bottom displaying his bloomers perfectly. They laughed heartily. “Oh your pink tights are so pretty, we’re really jealous aren’t we?”

Gary tried to reach his soother again but they kept it just out of his reach. Then two nannies came in. They saw what was going on and started laughing. Rather than scold the two boys they continued to watch until eventually Gary sat back and burst into tears.

The nannies decided that enough was enough and motioned the boys to give Gary his soother and teddy. He was shaking so much they had difficulty getting the soother into his mouth but eventually he took it between his lips and started nursing it immediately. He grabbed the teddy and held it tightly under his arm determined that nobody was going to take it from him again.

Gradually his sobbing eased as he nursed the soother. The others all looked on trying to figure out if this was an act. The nannies looked at each other with great concern and muttered to each other. They clearly reckoned that this was too good to be an act and that Gary was genuinely hooked on his dummy. Gary knew they were right and started crying again.