By Tuesday they were ready for him to try on his completed new outfit. His mother went to find him still snoozing in his nap. She smiled seeing his soother bob in and out as he slept. She almost felt guilty waking him.
She gave him a little nudge. Robert stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He looked a little embarrassed to see he’d been found still snoozing when the real babies had already been up for a while. Then his mother noticed a look of concern across his face. He looked down.
“Oh did you wet your nappy in your sleep?” They were all given a warm bottle of milk before their nap to help them sleep and he usually woke ready to wet his nappy but this time he hadn’t even noticed that he’d already wet himself. He whimpered through his soother. “It’s ok sweetie, it’s perfectly natural”, she tried to assure him. It wasn’t natural for a 14 year old boy to wet his nappy during his afternoon nap.
Monica came in. “Baby Bobbie wet his nappy in his sleep”, his mother told her immediately. Robert blushed and suc-ked hard on his soother. “Ah not to worry, I’ll soon get you changed.”
He was relieved to be in a dry nappy again but his mother steered him into the work room where his new dress was ready. The cerise hearts material had been used for his dress, bonnet and nappy cover. There were alternating powder pink and white layers in his petticoats. His dress, bonnet and nappy cover were all trimmed and decorated with powder pink frills.
As they were dressing him Angie mentioned that her daughter Rita was coming the next day with some extra clothes for her for the extra days they were staying. Rita was in his class at school! He quite fancied her – mostly because she had the biggest breasts of all the girls.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror once he was dressed in his new outfit and imagined what Rita would think when she saw him in his cerise hearts baby dress with matching bonnet and nappy cover. He peed a little into his nappy.
As luck would have it, Norma was leading them in a dance when Rita arrived. He caught sight of her as he was twirling with his hands in the air. She was staring at his thickly frilled nappy cover. He instinctively dropped his arms and pushed his dress down but of course it made little difference as his new dress was equally short and exposed his nappy cover even when his petticoats were at rest.
She didn’t look as astounded as you might expect so he supposed she had been told of his predicament. This made him wonder who else knew. He peed a little more.
He then saw her clearly taking in his full outfit. Smirking at his lace-trimmed bonnet, his soother bobbing in and out anxiously, his cerise hearts dress ballooning over his pink and white petticoats. His frilly nappy cover, the white tights with pink hearts that they had ordered online to match his new dress and his fleece booties. Robert realised that he was now filling his nappy with pee as Rita watched.
“Lunchtime” Monica called out. “Oh can I give Baby Bobbie his bottle?” Rita asked. “Of course”, Monica responded, glad of the help. “Just pop him into his high chair there.” Rita had no difficulty in identifying that the largest high-chair was the one for big Baby Bobbie.
He dutifully stepped up into the chair – all resistance having been well and truly knocked out of him by this stage. Rita gave a satisfied smile as she locked the tray in place in front of him. Monica placed two babies in the high-chairs either side of him and handed Rita his bottle. The two real babies laughed and pointed, still amused at big Baby Bobbie sitting in his high-chair in the babiest and sissiest dress.
Rita was clearly delighted to be bottle feeding this boy from her class. She was only too pleased to follow it up with spoon-feeding him. She took a little baby food on her finger and tasted it. “Yeuch!” But she happily scooped a big spoonful to push into Baby Bobbie’s mouth.
As he was climbing down from his high-chair Monica noticed him looking squeamish. “I think Baby Bobbie has a wet nappy.” “Really?” Rita asked looking very pleased. “Nnnggghh!” Robert tried to deny it, shaking his head. “Hmm”, Monica was unconvinced. “Rita would you mind checking?”
Robert was horrified as Rita grinned and said “sure!” She pulled down his frilly nappy cover around his ankles. She pulled his tights down to his knees. She gave him an evil smile as she stuck a finger under the elasticated leg opening. “He IS wet!” she beamed. “Can I change his nappy?”
Monica looked dubious. Angie appeared just in time. “Rita has offered to change Baby Bobbie’s nappy, is that ok?” Robert desperately hoped she would think it inappropriate. “Of course, she’s an experienced baby-sitter.”
Rita immediately took Robert’s hand and led him towards the changing table. He waddled behind her with great difficulty given his tights were around his knees and his nappy cover around his ankles.
He lay back in disbelief that the most attractive girl is his class was changing his nappy. She giggled on seeing his chastity device. Of course his member was desperately trying to enlarge and when she cupped his testicles in her hands he felt sure it must explode.
Having wiggled the padlock a few times and satisfied herself that he was securely locked she proceeded to wipe him down and powder him. She was amused how compliant he was being when ordered to turn over or raise his bottom so she could slide his clean nappy underneath. “You are well used to this now”, she observed as she pinned him in.
Rita stayed over and even helped in the morning when he had a soiled nappy. “She’s so good with him”, Monica observed. His mother nodded.
“You’ve noticed that he’s now wetting his nappy unconsciously?”, Monica asked his mum. He suc-ked hard on his soother. “That could be a problem when this week is over.” His mother nodded. “Yes, I think he may still need his nappies when we get home.” Robert was shocked. He’d assumed this would all be over when he got home.
“You’ll have to potty train him again” Rita giggled. “I’d love to see that! I’d be very happy to babysit him anytime.” His mother was thinking about it. “Not sure how to approach the toilet problem but yes I’ll definitely call on you to babysit him. Thank you for the kind offer.” Robert saw the grin on Rita’s face. There was nothing kind about her offer.
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