Robert could see no clock, strapped as he was into his booster seat, but after what must have been at least a couple of hours the lead car pulled off into a services area. They were able to park alongside each other close to a washroom block. Angie approached their car. “A few nappy changes needed”, she explained. Emma turned to look into the back seat. “Oh yes, how are you doing?”, she asked Robert
Robert looked at the floor and appeared to suc-k on his soother. “Is he in a nappy?” Angie asked, astonished. “Well of course!” Emma confirmed chuckling. It was clear to both of them that he had used it. “That explained the whimpering about 30 minutes ago”, his mother recalled.
“Come on then”, she leaned in and easily snapped the straps open so Robert could get out. “Mmmpppfff!” he complained and looked around with concern. This washroom block was well away from the other services and he couldn’t see anyone around except his audience of mums extracting their babies from their cars. He was grateful they had set off so early in the day.
“If you want your nappy changed you have to get out”, his mother emphasised. His nappy had already gone cold and he reckoned he’d better go now when there was nobody around. The other mums all giggled as his petticoats stuck up at the back revealing a frilly nappy cover before he could push his dress down to hide it. His mum took a changing bag from the back seat and threw it over her shoulder.
They let his mother lead him first by the hand so they could watch his slight waddle and admire his long legs under his short dress in their pink tights and his booties. “How did you get him into those clothes?” Angie asked.
“Well, luckily he sleeps in only boxer shorts. He’s so slow to wake up that I had them whipped off and pinned him in the nappy before he knew what was going on. My cleaner, Olga, helped. She got the mittens strapped over his hands and it was relatively easy after that. I think Olga was fed up having to clean such a mess in his bedroom every week that she was happy to get her own back on him. Mind you, getting him into those pink tights wasn’t easy. You can imagine how much he resisted”, she chuckled.
He was led towards the baby changing room. There were two changing tables adjacent. “He’ll probably fit across the two tables but why don’t the rest of you go first – that’ll be more efficient two at a time” his mother suggested and they readily agreed. So Robert had to stand in his cold wet nappy while the real babies were changed first.
Laura fed her baby a bottle while they waited. “Good idea” his mum commented as she reached into his changing bag and removed a baby bottle of milk. Robert sighed. She unstrapped his soother and let it hang on the ribbon pinned to the frilly collar of his dress.
Robert desperately exercised his jaw now that he was free from the mortifying soother. His mother held the baby bottle towards his mouth. “No!” he stepped back. “There’s at least another two hours to go – you need a drink” his mother reasoned but he held up a mitten to block her.
“Well you won’t get your nappy changed until you have your bottle”, she insisted. Robert sighed heavily. His mother pushed the teat towards his lips and this time met no resistance. He started suc-king. The mums giggled.
He was grateful that they filled the changing room so nobody else could come in and witness his humiliation. Hilda returned from the Ladies toilet. “There’s quite a queue – as always – for the Ladies now.” She looked at Robert and grinned at his nappy. “Aren’t you lucky! You can go whenever you want.” They all laughed.
When Robert had finished his bottle his mother went to push the soother back in his mouth. He resisted. “Do you want me to strap it in again?” she asked. Robert reckoned that was not desirable and shook his head. She pushed the soother in again and met no resistance. She watched him for a moment. He suc-ked on the soother to demonstrate he would keep it there, however reluctantly.
But now he realised he would look like he was happy to suc-k on a soother. The strap, when people saw it, made it clear it was involuntary. But he really didn’t want the discomfort of it strapped in constantly so he just accepted it.
His turn to have his nappy changed came at last. He’d never have thought he would be grateful to climb up on a changing table but he was anxious to get the cold wet nappy off. The other mums watched eagerly. “Hold up your petticoats” his mother instructed him and he obliged. She pulled down his frilly nappy cover and then his pink tights. “An old fashioned cloth nappy and plastic pants!” Maggie observed. “None of your disposables for us!” his mother confirmed as she peeled off his wet plastic pants.
Robert cringed as he lifted his bottom to facilitate it. The mums giggled as his mother undid the nappy pins with their pink plastic tips. There were gasps as she removed his nappy and revealed the chastity device locked tightly over his boy parts.
“I assured the young ladies at the centre that there was no danger of this teenage boy getting aroused while they changed his nappy”, his mother explained. They all pressed in for a closer look. Robert stared at the ceiling and suc-ked on his soother as he continued to hold his petticoats up – the contrast between the many layers of clothes on his upper half and his totally naked and exposed lower half was causing him to cringe.
His mother cleaned him with baby wipes and sponged around his chastity device before allowing the ladies to reach in and examine the device more closely. They saw how it was secured in place with a ring behind his testicles with the small restrictive tube attached with a little padlock.
His mother took the baby powder. “Oh can I do that?” Sue asked. “Sure”, his mother handed her the powder. Robert cringed again as the very attractive mum used her hands to spread the powder around his groin and bottom. He tried to think of something else but there was no avoiding his boy parts reacting. But then they were met by the hard plastic barrier. He whimpered as his member pressed vainly against the plastic tube.
“Oh look, it’s working”, Sue observed and they all crowded in to see it working as he felt the dull sensation of his thwarted arousal. “Turn over!” He was only too happy to hide the embarrassment and have his bottom powdered in front of all these ladies instead.
Eventually his mother was able to pin a clean cloth nappy around his lower parts and then pull up his plastic pants. The ladies giggled as she pushed his legs up in the air to check his nappy was all tucked inside the elasticated leg openings. She was doing a thorough job of it.
Maggie volunteered to pull on his pink tights, pulled his frilly nappy cover up over them and tied his booties with their pink bow. His mother took his hand as they left the baby changing room. The services were getting busier now and people they passed stared at the big baby passing by in the ridiculously sissy clothes.
Robert focussed on the car and tried not to notice the nudging, pointing and laughter as he passed by. He was only too happy to climb into the car. “Oh my god look at those frilly knickers”, he heard behind as he leaned over to get into the car seat. He cringed and resolved to try to bend over less.
“Up into the booster seat”, his mother instructed. “Nnnnggghhh!” he protested. He would much rather sit on the other side of the back seat where he was less visible. “Now get in your seat”, his mother insisted. “Your toys are set up there right in front of it.” Robert reluctantly sat into the booster seat and his mother strapped him in tightly.
As his mother prepared to drive off, passers by leaned down for a good look in the window at the big baby in the frilly pink dress and bonnet, suc-king on a soother.
They pulled out into the motorway again. It wasn’t long before his mother heard the rattles behind as he tried to distract himself. She checked the rear view to satisfy herself that he was still suc-king on his soother.
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