Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: CuddleBunns on October 08, 2020, 07:05:03 PM
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"You can stop the car here mom", I heard my cousin say as my aunt's jet black sedan pulled into a massive, busy parking lot. It just didn't seem fair. After years of not seeing each other, my reunion with my cousin Jenna was not going the way I had expected it to. While I was still basically the same shy, nerdy, awkward kid that I had been five years ago when we last met, she had been busy the last few years developing into a gorgeous, grown up young woman. Her beautiful, silky black hair (no longer held in a ponytail as it had been when we last met) now accentuated a strikingly curvey body that would have been completely unrecognizable to me just a few years ago. She was not only pretty, but also charming, confident, funny, and over all a very well liked person by almost everybody. When she entered a room, heads would seemingly start to spin.
Then, sitting next to her like a sad, lost puppy...there was me, poor old depressing me. I was her little pet cousin Peter, or as she liked to call me, Buttercup. Even at age 16, my body had still not developed quite the same way my cousin's had, or any other person my age for that matter. I was often picked on at school for my short stature and high pitched, childlike voice. It seemed that nobody else could take me seriously, and that included Jenna.
Even as a kid I could tell that she seemed to think that I was not quite like the other boys, and to be honest, she was completely right. While my other male cousins would be off playing football or video games at our large family gatherings as normal boys their age tended to do, Jenna would delight in whisking me away to her room and treating me like her own personal doll. Her and her younger sister Beth would spend hours forcing me to try on their frilliest, most girlie outfits, all the while experimenting on me with their mom's makeup and a buffet of different hair styles. We would play with dolls, have tea parties with her stuffed animals, prance around her room to the latest Disney pop stars, and on more that one occasion they even made me play house with them as their little baby. I remember one particular instance at christmas when they made me wear one of my younger cousins diapers and one of Beth's old tutus from her ballet class, before pushing me around in front of everybody in a stroller like some embarrassing art piece.
You would think someone in my family would have objected to my cousins treatment of me, but you see, my family has sort of a different dynamic than most. My dad left when I was young, and my mother has always been somewhat of a free-spirited feminist, meaning that as an only child I did not have many real male influences in my life. Mom would always find ways to hand wave these humiliating encounters as simply kids being kids, or "naturally experimenting", as she liked to call it. My Aunt Tess on the other hand, Jenna and Beth's mother, was a totally different story. There's a part of me thinks she just had a hard time with ever telling her daughters no. Even when she would occasionally butt heads with them, they still seemed to find at least some small way to get what they wanted. Honestly though? Part of me just thinks she saw in me exactly what her daughters did, and that same part of me knew that she thought I deserved it.
Which is exactly why as the car came to a stop outside the zoo on that fateful day, she did not bat an eye when Jenna came around to my side and opened the door for me. Nor did she bat an eye when I sheepishly stepped out of the vehicle in a purple t-shirt with a bedazzled heart and the word "princess" on it in pink cursive, white socks with a row of pink fuzz at the top, a pair of white and pink Barbie sneakers, clips forcing my hair into an adorably feminine style, and most embarrassingly...a big fluffy white diaper underneath a short pink skirt.
Jenna busied herself with setting up the stroller while her sister Beth got out on the other side of the car. "Have a good day you three, and dont forget to call me if anything happens! We wouldnt want little Buttercup here to end up all alone at the zoo!", Aunt Tess called out to us with a smile. She could be just as bad as they were when it came to humiliating me. Sometimes even worse.
"Don't worry mom", Jenna replied cheerfully, gesturing to the pink stroller she had just finished setting up in front of her, "she'll be right here the whole time, safe where we can watch her."
"Isn't that right sweetie pie?", I heard Beth coo as I felt a suprise tickle come from behind my back. I jumped back a bit in suprise as all three of them let out a small giggle at my obvious uncomfortability with the situation at hand. After regaining my composure, I looked up to see Jenna staring at me and patting the top of the stroller, an obvious gesture that was not too difficult for me to understand. I sighed and made my way over to her before suddenly stopping. "Do I really have to do this, Jenna? There's going to be so many people here", I whined in a truly childish tone, one that honestly could have answered her question for me.
Jenna responded by shaking her head. "First of all, that's Auntie Jenna to you little girl. And second of all, dont you want to go to the zoo with your two prettiest big cousins? The very same cousins who spent so much time making you all pwetty and setting all of this up so we could have a fun day together with our favowite widdle pwincess?" Her beautiful, hazel puppy dog eyes were now staring directly at me, and she knew I could never bring myself to dissapoint her. Although I did not have a real crush on her, being my cousin and all, she was never the less a hard person for me to dissapoint. I nervously stepped into the stroller and let her strap me in. Although I could not tell at the time, the straps pushed my skirt up just enough to expose the very bottom of my diaper, leaving nothing to the imagination for whoever had the misfortune of seeing me.
"Yay! Thank you Buttercup! You're such a good baby girl!", Beth cheered as she leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "We're going to have so much fun together! Just like old times!" Just like old times...that's exactly what I was afraid of!
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Part 2
Jenna and Beth each said their goodbyes to Aunt Tess as they prepared to finally bring me into the zoo, but not before Jenna grabbed my hand and forced me to wave, just as one would do with a reluctant toddler. Finally, after tossing the diaper bag over her shoulder, Jenna kicked the lock on my embarrassing pink stroller and our little public incursion truly began. As the the two girls pushed me closer and closer to the front entrance, I began to see a mass of people forming a line at the ticket gate. I knew in this moment that I was not prepared for what the rest of the day would entail.
Jenna could sense my nervousness and began trying to offer me words of assurance. "Don't worry princess, nobody can tell that you're really a teenage boy, so just act naturally. Honestly, you look so adorable and girlie that it would probably draw more attention if you did act like a big boy."
"Yeah", giggled Beth, "Just be yourself, Buttercup. You're waaaay more cute and convincing as a baby girl, so why not just embrace it?"
"I guess...", I replied to them, still unconvinced by their arguments. "But what if I need to tell you two something? Won't people know I'm a teenage boy if they hear my voice?"
Both girls gave a light chuckle at the absurdity of my response. "I highly doubt that, princess", Jenna responded, "but even if they did, we won't let anyone give you any trouble. We wouldn't be very good Aunties if we couldn't protect our precious baby girl, now would we?"
The feeling of Jenna cheerfully pinching my cheek afterward was like rubbing salt in the wound. They truly were planning on treating me like a little toddler girl. Not only that, but they were going to do it in public, in front of hundreds of people. I silently pondered why they still enjoyed doing this to me so much, even after it had been so many years. One answer came when we suddenly stopped in front of a large polar bear standie.
"Hey Beth, can you do me a favor and take a nice picture of me and Buttercup in front of this polar bear? I want to take lots and lots of cute pics today. That way, I can show off our little doll all my friends later", Jenna said to her sister as she held out her phone.
Beth smiled and took the phone from her sister's hands, ushering Jenna into a few different positions before taking multiple embarrassing snaps. When she eventually showed Jenna the end results, both girls put their hands over their mouths and suddenly became elated. They gushed on and on with each other about how adorable I looked, all the while I was parked in place in my stroller, my barely exposed diapers pointed towards the sidewalk for anybody to see. So that's why they were doing this. They thought it was cute!
We soon made our way to the back of the line towards the entrance and began waiting patiently for our turn at the ticket booth. A sinkhole began to open up in my stomach as I took in the ammount of people that were now idly standing around me. I suddenly became hyper conscious of every single instance where somebody began to stare at me, especially curious kids who would be prone to opening their mouth and speaking about what they saw without a filter. Thankfully, no such thing occurred, but I still ended up burying my head in my lap out of pure shame, almost as if I was trying to pretend this mass of strangers was simply not there. It was perhaps the one time in my life that I wish my cousins had dressed me in a baby's bonnet. At least that way I wouldn't see so many people around me.
After about five minutes of that particular aggony, we finally made our way to the front of the line. The lady who greeted us at the ticket booth was a cheery 20-something year old blonde woman with a friendly and welcoming southern accent. If this woman seemed a bit skeptical about the peculiar sight in front of her, she at least did not seem to outwardly show it. "Hey there y'all, welcome to the Upstate Park Zoo! What can I do for you fine ladies today?", she asked us with a warm smile. Whether the part where she referred to us as "ladies" concerned me or not, I was still unsure.
"Hello!", Jenna responded in an equally cheery tone, "I would like two adult tickets and one children's ticket please." The ticket lady eyed me up and down for a few good seconds before returning a wide smile.
"Certainly hun. Two adults and one little cub...that will bring your total admission fee to $16.59", she responded, before looking back down at me with yet more stares of curiosity. She quickly looked back at Jenna as she handed her the money for the tickets. "Your little one is so adorable!", she told my cousin as she opened the cash register and received the appropriate change, "Is she here for the 'Princess in the Park' event later this afternoon?"
It took all of my effort not to gasp in shock at what I had just head. I frantically looked around until I laid eyes on a poster hanging from the fence with a red haired, middle aged woman in a giant frilly blue dress on it. "Princess in the Park" was a special event held by a local children's entertainer named Princess Brittney every summer at the zoo, mainly attended by little girls aged 2-8 and their parents. However, the event itself was not Brittney's main foray. She spent most of her time as hired entertainment at children's birthday parties, which she called her "princess party package", in which she would sing, tell stories, do face paint, play games, and much more to entertain groups of young girls on their special big day.
Why did I know all of this? Well, I had been to one such birthday party when I was about 6 years old. It was Beth's 5th birthday party, and naturally she wanted it to be Princess themed, as all little girls do. Her parents went all out for her birthday that year, hiring Princess Brittney to entertain all the young girls who would be in attendance...as well as me. Naturally, by now Jenna had already started her embarrassing and sissyish treatment of me whenever she was around, and Beth was even starting to get in on the action too, enjoying having me as a big life size doll for her to dress up and play with. I will spare you the full details, but let's just say after that fateful day my mom kept a picture of me in a puffy lilac dress and a tiara perched upon the knee of a similarly dressed, ectremely feminine princess figure up on the fridge for much longer than I would like to admit.
I was snapped back to reality by the sound of Beth's voice. "Yes! She is actually. Our little princess loves Brittney! Isnt that right sweetie?" I was suddenly put on the spot and did not know how to respond, so I just nodded my head and looked down at the ground. The ticket lady cooed down at me in sympathy. "Awww, shy little one isn't she? Well that's okay sweetie, I hope you have a wonderful time!", she said to me in a sweet, reassuring voice. Soon enough the sound of a ticket machine went off and she handed Jenna our tickets, before wishing us a great time at the Park.
As we headed through the front entrance, we took in the sights, sounds, and most distinctly of all, the smells of the busy zoo around us. "Where should we head first?", Jenna asked Beth, who was busy studying a map she had picked up from a kiosk on the way in.
"How about we head west to the penguin exhibit?", Beth responded, "I know how much you absolutely love penguins. Plus there's lots of running water." They both seemed to giggle at that last remark, although I was not quite sure why. The stroller took a few seconds to start moving again, and I heard the sound of Jenna rummaging though the diaper bag she had brought with her. Before I knew it she was keeling in front of me and sticking a pink pacifier between my lips. With her other hand, she raised her phone and pointed her camera at me, snapping a few picturess of me in my stroller suc-king on a pacifier. Little did I realize, with my legs spread apart, my diaper was now in full view. "Awww, so cute", Jenna casually remarked, before once more grabbing my stroller and heading towards our next destination.
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CuddleBunns, it's been awhile since your last story. Glad you are back with this fantastic story. Peter, aka Buttercup, is going for the ride of his life at the zoo. His two cousins are having a ball treating him like a baby girl. I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Thank you Sissy Little Girl. I actually still want to finish my last story at some point, but I couldn't really think of a good way to end it so I've been taking a break from it for a while. With this story I'm hoping to go a bit smaller in scale, and I have a definitive end in mind, so it'll be a good detour while I think of a decent way to end A New Family Dynamic. Hopefully people will stick around, I've got some pretty adorable and humiliating things in mind for Buttercup that I'm pretty excited for!
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CuddleBunns! So exciting to get new work from you. Also exciting to hear that your previous story -- an all-time classic, in my opinion -- will continue at some point. Your focus on a sissy boy's psychological state is SO hot to me. Thanks!
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This is such a cute start! I love it.
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Thank you, PervScenes11 and mimikitten. Im glad you are all enjoying the story so far.
Part 3
Jenna continued to push my stroller along the busy path to the penguin exhibit, casually making conversation with Beth as I tried to make myself as invisible to the rest of the world as possible. Despite "not looking much like a man, let alone a little boy", as Aunt Tess often liked to say, the other patrons at the zoo seemed to at least be able to tell that something strange was happening with the odd little girl being pushed by two teenagers, who seemed just a bit too big for her stroller. Their judgemental stares were absolutely unbearable. Thank god people were not more confrontational, or I probably would have wet myself in fear right then and there. The truth is I was quite a shy and socially anxious person, and this sort of thing was wildly out of my comfort zone. The only reason I had agreed to go to the zoo like this with my cousins is because I needed to hold up my end of a bargain with them.
You see, I had not seen Jenna, Beth, or Aunt Tess for a long time since they initially moved to California about five years ago. I guess at the time Aunt Tess was trying to make it in hollywood as an actress, she certainly had the talent for it, but after a string of audition failures and a messy divorce, they had all decided to come back here and settle down in a place that was much less expensive and chaotic. Things went very well at first upon me and my mother's re-acquaintance with them, and everyone seemed to get along fine. However, problems soon started to develop. It didn't take long for me to notice that Jenna, and even to an extent Beth, had grown up substantially in a way that I simply had not. I often had problems at school with being perceived as much younger than I really was, wich naturally, did not lead to much success for me romantically. By the ripe old age of 15, I had not so much as simply held a girl's hand.
Jenna by contrast, was wildly successful in that department. Every time we saw each other, which was now often since her family had moved into a house on our street, Jenna seemed to have a new man by her side. And when I say "a new man", I truly do mean a MAN. Compared to me, with my five foot three inch stature, pale complection, high pitched voice, and truly cowardly demeanor, these men were prime examples of peak masculinity. They were football players, track stars, wrestlers, and swimmers, all in amazing physical condition and all socially at the top of the food chain. Despite all of them being high schoolers, most of them looked like they could be at least 30. Although I had no romantic interest in my cousin, seeing them next to her made me realise just how pathetic and small I truly was. Thankfully, Jenna went to a private school, meaning that I did not have to see her walk down the halls with these older boys during my already depressing day. Some of them would occasionally be other members of my high school, but they were never in my class, always one or two grades above. This unfortunately gave me a disgustingly awful idea that I am still paying for to this day.
I won't try to justify myself in telling my few actual friends that Jenna was my girlfriend. Looking back, I'm not quite sure the exact reason that I did it. Maybe I just wanted to prove that I wasn't as pathetic as people say, or maybe I just wanted to simply make them jealous. Whatever the reason, it was not worth the price I paid when word eventually got around to her once she started dating one of my friend's brothers. I remember the day she approached me, red faced and in anger, demanding to know what I was doing. I tried as hard as I could to explain myself and apologize, but the damage had already been done. Jenna gave me the cold shoulder and walked away in silence, leaving me feeling absolutely awful about what I had done.
The silent treatment only lasted a few weeks, but it was utterly devastating. I tried texting her, calling her, even sending her cards in the mail in an attempt to open back communication with her, but it was fruitless. I was no longer a friend, and no longer to be trusted. I had betrayed her. That is until one fateful day when I heard my doorbell ring, and to my great shock not only was Jenna there, but also her sister Beth. Before I could even say a word, Jenna placed her finger over my lips, effectively silencing me. "You're going to want to listen up, cuz", she said to me in a confident and direct voice, as if it was more of a demand than a suggestion. "Because I just found a way that you can repay me, and I think you'll simply love it." Behind her, Beth was smiling mischievously, clearly holding in a fit of laughter at what she thought was about to happen. In Jenna's hand, she was holding a big pink suitcase, the contents of which I did not know, but knowing them it would not be good. Whatever their proposal was, I was not going to like it.
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CuddleBunns, That was great. The little princess buttercup is being given his just punishment for what he did to Jenna.
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Needless to say, I did not like Jenna's proposal one bit. Figuring that we had drifted so far apart and I had become so much of a bothersome nuisance due to my antics, Jenna and Beth both proposed that it would be a good idea if we all partook in a bonding activity in order for us all to grow closer once again. In particular, they suggested that I allow them to dress me up like a little girl...just like they used to when I was a child. When I heard the words come out of Jenna's mouth, I instantly knew I was heading into dangerous territory. I had finally broken free of their endless cycle of dressing me up and embarrassing me, and now they wanted me to start all over again? I shook my head and tried to resist. "Well, what if I say no?", I answered nervously, knowing I was treading in dangerous water.
"Oh, that's easy, Pete! If you say no, I'll just tell your mom all about the little stunt you pulled to embarrass me. I'm sure she'd have lots of strong opinions on the matter, don't you think?" Jenna replied sternly, knowing that the prospect of telling my mother what I did was pretty much an ultimatum as far as I was concerned. I sighed and ushered them inside, not at all prepared for the path I would soon be headed down. Within the hour, I would find myself dressed in an adorable white dress with puffy shoulders, a large thick petticoat underneath it, and a bright pink princess pull up (which was, in their words, the adorable sissy cherry on top). Embarrassingly, the pull up had a large picture of a smiling Cinderella on the front, who seemed to stare at me knowingly whenever I looked in the mirror. It was as if the fictional princess knew that I deserved all of the treatment that I was now receiving. My cousins then forced me to pose for them endlessly in my pretty new clothes, with my abnormally long hair for a boy now made up in a bun as I was made to recite sentence after sentence of things that a four year old girl might say, such as "Thank you for my pretty white dress! It makes me feel so cute and girly!", or "I really, really love my two beautiful cousins. I hope one day I can be as pretty as they are." Little did I know at the time that this was all being recorded for further use as blackmail, to ensure that I would continue doing whatever they wanted. They finally had me in a position that I could not escape from, and I was doomed to be their little sissy pet forever.
And so for the next few weeks, every day after school I would be forced to make my way over to my cousins' house, where they would continue in their sissyish treatment of me. The longer it all went on, the more the outfits and demands made of me would get progressively more ridiculous and infantile. They were always instituting new rules, such as asking them permission whenever I wanted a snack, or needing to let them help me when I washed my hands, something they always made me do before feeding me my lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (cut into four pieces diagonally, of course. Just like a little girl would want). They even started supervising me whenever I used the bathroom. "Alright sweetie, princesses are going down!", Jenna would say excitedly, always insisting that she be the one to slide my pull ups down and seat me whenever I needed to use the potty. I would stare downward in shame as I attempted to avoid looking at her while I did my business, missing the basic level of privacy that I had once had as a teenage boy. In all respects, they were beginning to treat me just like any four year old girl.
Things would get even worse once Aunt Tess started getting in on it. Much to my shameful embarrassment, Jenna and Beth made no secret of their sissyish treatment of me around my aunt, who seemed all too eager to let them have their way with me. Once Aunt Tess started participating in the fun herself however, things started to kick up a notch. It was Aunt Tess who first suggested that my cousins try things such as feeding me from a bottle, and forcing me to watch children's cartoons from the confines of a small play pen that was set up in the living room. Where as her daughters seemed to treat me like a large, timid pre-schooler, Aunt Tess seemed to view me as nothing more than an overgrown, drooling sissy toddler. Before long, she would get her daughters to see me the same way as well. It was in fact my Aunt who surprised everyone by gifting my cousins (or should I say me) multiple large boxes of adult diapers this very same morning after learning they planned to bring me to the zoo for my first public outing as a sissy little girl. I was absolutely mortified at the idea of being taped into the bulky and embarrassing garments, but at this point I was completely powerless to stop them. They had spent so much time taking pictures and videos of all my sissy escapades that they had all the blackmail ammunition they could ever need. All it took was one little threat of publicly exposing me to ensure that my butt would sit down on the changing pad and lay back for the first of many embarrassing diapers.
Hours later and here I was, being pushed through the walkways of a very public zoo in a stroller that I still somehow fit into, while my two domineering cousins chatted casually behind me without a care in the world. Thinking back on how far I had fallen, I shuddered to think about how much further down the rabbit hole to complete pathetic babyishness I could possibly go. Would they later make me crawl around on the floor for them? Forbid me from using grown up words? Heck, words in general? Worst of all was the prospect of the big embarrassing diaper that I now had taped around my waist. Even when I was in pull ups, Jenna and Beth had never even once forced me to wet them. The number of diapers I had seen them pack earlier however casted a looming shadow over my mind, forcing me to think about the impending prospect of being regressed even further, especially in such a public and humiliating place. I began to suc-k my pacifier even harder for comfort, something the two girls took notice of and immediately praised me for. As the entrance to the penguin exhibit came into view on the horizon, I hoped to god this would be a short trip, but somehow I knew that even when this was all over there would be no going back for me. This was all only the beginning.
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CuddleBunns, Thank you for providing the info on how Princess Buttercup was put into his current predicament at the zoo. It sure sounds like he is going to be in diapers for the foreseeable future. It should be fun.
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Wow, did not see that coming, I thought the trip to the zoo would be a "one off" for Pete to make up to his cousin. After a public display like this I wonder hwo much further his embarrassment can go
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Eventually I felt the stroller come to a sudden stop in front of a large glass barrier. Looking through the barrier, a pool of water came up to about just over my head, making it impossible to tell what I was looking at. Suddenly a large splash appeared somewhere on the other side of the tank and a small penguin darted in front of me, disappearing almost as quickly as it came. Jenna giggled and clapped her hands with delight. "Oh my GOD, there they are! There they are!!! My babies!!!", she nearly screamed out in excitement, causing both me and Beth to bury our heads slightly with a tinge embarrassment. Penguins have always been Jenna's favorite animal, to an extent that it bordered on obsession. Her room was absolutely decked out with stuffed penguins and, if given the chance, she would talk your ear off if you mentioned them anywhere in her vicinity. Despite how babyish I felt sitting there in a stroller with a diaper taped around my waist, for a brief moment I felt like I was the mature one watching a hyperactive little girl go crazy over her favorite animal.
"I love how excited you get over the penguins, you big nerd", Beth teased her sister sarcastically. She may as well have been talking to a wall. Jenna continued to stare at the ornery exhibition in front of her, occasionally making the odd excited noise, as Beth turned her attention to me and began removing my pacifier. She rummaged through the diaper bag and produced a large baby bottle filled with milk. "Okay Buttercup, we're going to be at the zoo for a long time so it's important that you stay hydrated. Are you going to be nice and drink this entire bottle for me like a good baby?"
I stared up at her with a worried expression, unsure of how to respond. Of course I didn't want to drink milk from a baby's bottle, especially in full view of all the other patrons, and yet I didn't have much of a choice, did I? What was I going to say, "no"? I nodded my head and whimpered. "Oh...okay", I muttered sheepishly, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible. Beth proceeded to look at me with an amused expression and raised one eyebrow.
"What was that little girl? I couldn't understand you. You're going to have to speak up when you answer me", Beth responded with a sly grin at my half-assed attempt at answering. I bunched my fist up in frustration as I realised that she was not going to give me this one easily. I sighed and recomposed myself, looking away as I tried for a second time to answer her question.
"Yes...auntie Beth, I'll drink it all"
"Drink what, Buttercup? Your milkies? What are you going to drink your milkies out of little girl?" She asked me devilishly. I just wanted this to be over with by now, the embarrassment had gone far enough. In a moment of true pathetic strength, I gathered up all of my courage and loudly re-framed my answer.
"I'll drink all my milkies out of my baba like a good...good li...good little girl". I was absolutely humiliated.
Jenna turned around excitedly as Beth praised me for being such a clever girl. "Awwww is baby hungry? Does she like her wittle bottle? I'll bet you needed that, didn't you babykins?" Jenna cooed at me a babyish tone of voice as I began to suc-k on the large teat that was now filling my mouth. Unsatisfying warm milk began to flow down my throat causing me to visibly wince at it's taste. As I continued to suc-kle, my body instinctively made itself smaller out of shame at my participation in this humiliating act. The sound of running water did not help things, as I was now starting to be reminded of the fact that I had a big fluffy diaper taped around my hips. I was too scared to ask the ever present question that was hanging over my head, and furthermore felt much more comfortable living in a state of denial about what I was quickly becoming. They would never make me do...that...would they?
After a few more minutes of nursing on my bottle while my captors merrily chatted away, I suddenly noticed Jenna turn to me and look down sympathetically. "The penguins aren't going down into the water very much today. Do you want a better view, princess?" I wanted to answer no, but before I could, I felt her reach down and unbuckle me from the stroller, reaching under my arms to pick me up into her own. I almost dropped my bottle in shock as she easily lifted my like a small infant until I was now about level with her. All of those swimming lessons must have been paying off.
"There you are, see? Now you have a perfect view of the adorable little penguins." She was right of course. Directly in front of me, I now noticed a large rock protruding from the water with about four or five penguins sunbathing on top of it. However, I soon also realised that we were not alone. A large, elevated balcony sat across the exhibit, with a family of five now staring down directly at me as my cousin held me in the air like the world’s most pathetic, useless trophy. My face blushed a bright shade of red when their attention soon began to shift from the rockbound birds to the diapered little sissy below them, and I desperately wished that Jenna would let me down. She did not seem to notice my distress one bit, and the longer I was held in the air, the more I began to notice the family laughing with each other and subtly pointing at me when they thought nobody was looking. Eventually Jenna noticed the commotion however, and only made things worse by smiling and giving them a friendly wave. The family waved back between their supressed fits of laughter and I began to wonder if this torture would ever end. When it eventually did, I could not believe that I was now glad to finally be re-strapped into my stroller, relieved that at least now I could avoid eye contact much easier. As we began to head toward our next destination, I hoped and prayed that this incident would be a one off thing, and that people would believe that I was nothing more than a regular, painfully average baby girl.
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Yay penguins :)
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I sat back in my stroller and felt the sun beam down on me as Jenna and Beth continued to push the stroller and chat idly behind me. Unsure of where to head next, they had decided to simply follow the footpath in the opposite direction from which we came. By now my bottle had been replaced by my pacifier, which I consciously had to avoid suc-king on out of a nervous habit. Although diapers had been a very recent addition to my humiliating wardrobe, Jenna and Beth had been making me use a pacifier for quite some time now, and it was only a matter of time before I began adopting it as a matter of stress relief. This worked out especially well for Jenna and Beth since it significantly cut down on my constant, incessant whining (something they had very little patience for). Now whenever they wanted me to shut up they could just stick a pacifier into my mouth and silence me on the spot, almost as if I had a built in mute button. After all, no matter how many humiliating questions they would ask me, it was always immaculately clear that they cared very little about anything I had to say. They were the captains of this ship, and I was only along for the ride.
I was broken out of my daze when I heard the sound of Jenna speaking my name. "Can you give Buttercup a quick diaper check, Beth? It's been a while since she went this morning", Jenna casually asked her younger sister, who happily complied by walking in front of the stroller and reaching her hand underneath my skirt, placing a finger around the opening of my diaper. I jumped up in shock at this sudden action and ripped the pacifier from my mouth. "What are you doing Beth?", I asked in complete horror.
Beth rolled her eyes. "I'm checking your diaper for wetsies, duh", she replied as if it was the most casual thing in the world for a girl her age to be doing to her 15 year old cousin. Wetsies? Oh no, it was just as I had feared. They had officially taken things too far, and if I let them do this to me then I would have reached the point of no return when it came to my gradual slide into sissyhood. I decided to put my foot down and attempt to fight them on this.
"I don't wet myself Beth, you know that. Knock it off", I responded with a scowl. Jenna snickered behind me and began to pat my head.
"Of course you still wet yourself Buttercup, you're just a little baby. Far too young to use the potty like a big girl", Jenna said with a slight giggle, causing Beth to also giggle in turn. I was beginning to grow very angry. This was one thing they would not make me do. I began to slam my fists in frustration, trying my best to look intimidating.
"NO! NO! You can't make me do that, I refuse! Whatever you do, I will not wet myself! I..." Suddenly I felt myself being silenced by Beth shoving the pacifier back into my mouth. Jenna quickly joined her sister in front of me with an angry expression on her face. "Need I remind you, young lady, that I have literally hundreds of pictures and videos of you in extremely compromising positions at my disposal, ready to send to anyone I want on a whim?", she asked me in a stern, authoritative voice. "You may think you're still a big boy but as far as I'm concerned, you've never been anything more than the adorable, helpless little girl I'm looking at right now. I mean, what kind of a big boy would let us bring them here like this in the first place? You don't have any choice in this matter, little one. Unless you want your mother, as well as everyone you know, to see you for what you really are, I strongly suggest that you play along and do what your aunties tell you. Beth and I have decided you're a baby now, and babies don't use the toilet. They use their diaper. Got it?"
Tears filled my eyes as everything she was telling me began to sink in, and I began to nod in response. A loving smile returned to Jenna's face and she gave me a warm, comforting hug. "That's what I like to hear, baby", she said sympathetically. "As long as you listen to me and Beth things will go just fine. We love you Buttercup, and we only want you to accept yourself for what you really are."
"Besides", Beth chimed in, "we both know how much you secretly enjoy this. There's a reason you never once told us to stop when we used to do this as kids. I think you like being our little sissy play thing more than you want to let on."
I tried to work up the courage to disagree with her, but it was all true. At any point in the years leading up to this I could have told them no and stopped at any time, but I didn't. I was too weak willed, too scared of losing the only members of my family who didn't try to avoid me like the plague. And true, maybe on some deep, repressed level I did enjoy some of this treatment; The cute outfits, the constant attention, the warm maternal affection that my cousins now showed me...but certainly not here, not like this. If I had any backbone I would have gotten out of my stroller right then and there and demanded that they treat me like a human being and not some weird doll to drag around wherever they want and do whatever they want with. Yet, I could not bring myself to do it. Instead, I simply held my head down and suc-ked on my pacifier, trying to hold back the tears.
Jenna noticed my sudden mood shift and soon crouched down to my level, enveloping me in another warm hug. She began to tenderly rub my back and moved her face closer to mine. As my emotions got the better of me and I soon began to cry, she in turn began to whisper reassuringly into my ear in a sweet, motherly tone. "Shhh, don't cry baby, it'll all be okay. We're not doing any of this to hurt you. We just want to have a good time at the zoo with our favorite little cousin. You know we love you baby, you just need to trust us that this is for the best. I promise that if you just relax and act like a good little girl for us, we'll all have a great time and nothing bad will happen, okay?'
Despite this being arguably just as humiliating, I found myself strangely comforted by her words of encouragement. I returned her hug and held onto her tight as my emotions continued to pour out of me. Jenna rubbed my back and kept holding onto me until my sobbing eventually subsided. When I finally regained my composure I noticed a few strangers in the distance staring at the strange scene unfolding in front of them, but at this point I was too emotionally exhausted to care. Jenna finally released me from her caring grip and beamed down at me with a warm smile. "All better baby? Is it all out of your system?", She asked me with a sweet, motherly voice. I nodded my head.
"Perfect. We really do love you Buttercup. I know you're going to love being our baby girl eventually, just you wait", Jenna responded with a kiss on my forehead, before returning to her post behind my stroller. "I know it's hard for somebody your age to use their diaper like a little baby, but I promise if you quit with all this macho bs and just start thinking of yourself like the little girl you are, it'll all be so much easier. Just let us know when you need a change and we'll get you into a fresh new diaper right away. We'll change you in a private restroom so nobody has to see you. You don't have to worry about anything, princess. We just want you to have a good time at the zoo being the best little baby that you can be. If you're good, I promise we'll even buy you a little treat later."
Jenna kicked the lock on the stroller and we began to again make our way down the path. Almost as if on cue, the bottle I had drank earlier began to catch up to me and I soon felt the heavy weight of a full bladder. Knowing that I had little other choice now but to use my diaper, I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting the deed over with. After a few long seconds, a warm wet feeling spread throughout the seat of my diaper and I shuddered at the absolute indignity of what I was now being forced to do. In my deep concentration, I could hear Beth give an amused giggle as she looked down at me in my stroller. "On second thought sis, we might want to get our little princess cleaned up now"
Jenna happily rubbed my shoulder and praised me for being such a good baby, and for the first time since these humiliating games began, I truly did feel like one too. The strange, alien feeling of having a soaking wet diaper taped around my waist made me feel about ten times smaller as we began to now make our way towards the nearest restrooms for what would be the first of many humiliating diaper changes.
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Great chapter !!
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CuddleBunns, I am loving this story. Buttercup is having mixed emotions on this trip to the zoo. She is now going for her first diaper change and can't believe that she has regressed so far.
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Thank you so much for the positive feedback everybody. It makes me feel so good to know that people enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoy writing them. You're all so great <3
It took an agonizingly long time to find a private restroom where my cousins could change me, but much to my relief we eventually stumbled upon a somewhat secluded handicaped bathroom near the back of the zoo. Had Beth gotten her way and we had stopped to see the lions and elephants on the way there, it may have taken even longer to locate, but thankfully Jenna decided to be true to her word and try to get me into a fresh diaper as fast as she possibly could. I won't lie and say that I was proud of her for making my experience slightly less uncomfortable and humiliating than it could otherwise be, but a part of me was relieved that she was at least trying to follow through on her promises. Knowing my cousins, that could very well be a luxury that I may not have for long.
When I eventually did find myself entering into the small secluded restroom, I was more than happy to comply with Jenna's demands as she propped open a large babies changing table in the corner of the room and signaled me up onto it. With a little help from Beth, I soon found myself climbing into position and lifting back my skirt as Jenna untaped my wet (although by now, significantly less warm) diaper and tossed it into a nearby garbage can. She began removing changing supplies one by one from my diaper bag as I stared downward at my now exposed lower half, which was completely bare and naked except for my frilly socks and juvenile barbie sneakers. Not even a single strand of hair stood to cover up my uncannily smooth legs, an aspect of my appearance that had always made me feel under-developed compared to my peers. Jenna then grabbed a baby wipe and began to efficiently clean my nether regions. The sensation of the cool cloth repeatedly rubbing up against me caused me to close my eyes and try to ignore how strange it felt.
"Ooh look, somebody's getting excited!", Beth teased as my embarrassingly small pen-is began to stiffen before her eyes. I could not control when my body became excited, and at times like this it definitely had a tendency to work against my better interest. My face grew beet red seeing my body's reaction to this embarrassing predicament, and I moved my hands down to cover my crotch in shame. Jenna giggled at my pathetic four incher and swatted my hands away, before lovingly telling me to lift my butt so she could slide a new diaper underneath.
"Don't pretend you don't enjoy this, Buttercup. Your little clitty speaks for itself", She said merrily as she slid the fresh white padding underneath me, liberally applying baby powder to my crotch until the entire bathroom smelled like a nursery. Within moments, the entirety of my manhood disappeared into a sea of white, the baby powder overtaking my pen-is and blanketing it until it was barely visible.
"Oh my god! It's so small that I can't even see it anymore. You completely covered it up!", Beth cried out in amusement. Her sister casually returned a giggle as she pulled the diaper up and began to tape it around my waist.
"Believe me Beth, I know. Why else do you think I call it her clitty?", Jenna responded, patting the front of my diaper as if to check whether she could even still feel it underneath all the padding. "Honestly, we could have done this in the main restrooms and I don't think anyone would have been able to tell. One look at that little thing and they'd be like yep...that's definitely a baby!" By now I was ready to die of embarrassment. I had always known that I was smaller than other guys my age, but hearing my lack of size being commented on in such a matter of fact way was really highlighting the fact that neither of my cousins viewed me as anything close to a respectable, normal male.
Jenna then threw her arms around me and began to help me down, finally strapping me into my stroller so we could continue on with our journey across the zoo. Not many people seemed to notice the odd duo of teenagers emerging from the handicaped bathroom with their babified sissy pet, but nonetheless I immediately resumed my game of trying to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone that could possibly see me. From there we decided to hit up some of the exhibits that we passed on our way to the bathrooms, effectively moving throughout the zoo in the reverse direction from which we came. Upon Beth's insistence, we made a b-line straight to the lion exhibit.
To be completely honest, I don't know why people love to watch the lions so much. In the wild they are powerful majestic animals, but as I sat watching them in my stroller they seemed to do nothing but lay there and lick their paws in boredom. I watched Beth run off ahead of us as a crowd of people lined up against the fence, almost climbing over each other in anticipation of seeing the large cats in all of their glory. Jenna stood back with my stroller and rolled her eyes, clearly sharing my sentiment towards the lackadaisical beasts. For once I was just glad that all eyes were fixed on something other than me. I almost began to doze off when I saw Beth return with an apathetic look on her face. Clearly, the lions would not be getting any glowing reviews.
From there we made our way through multiple other exhibits. As we moved from animal to animal, Jenna seemed to delight in pulling out her phone and taking pictures of me at any chance she could get, especially when an exhibit included any sort of artwork or standees for me to pose next to. Both her and Beth also seemed to relish in the act of treating me like an actual child, quizzing me on what the animals were and what kind of noises they make. I would have no choice but to keep my voice down and try to answer them as quietly as I could, hoping nobody around me noticed. This seemed to work relatively well, at least until one elderly lady at the baboon exhibit tried to strike up conversation with Jenna and Beth about me. In her defense, she seemed a bit senile, and thankfully seemed to believe that I was an actual toddler learning about the animals for the first time.
This pattern of sight-seeing seemed to go on for at least a couple of hours. Eventually, however, my cousins realized that the two of them were hungry. It was time to grab some lunch. I was not quite as famished as they were, but in all fairness you don't burn many calories when you're being pushed around in a stroller all day. We made our way back down the path to the center of the zoo, where a few food stands stood in a semi-circle surrounding a seating area filled with wooden picnic benches. Jenna rolled my stroller over to a table and parked me there, telling Beth to keep an eye on me while she went to grab them each a hot dog. I sat in my stroller watching families happily chat and eat together around me as Beth busied herself with her phone, totally lost in her own little world. Suddenly, I heard a noise from nearby that nearly made me split myself in two.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?", came the words of a female voice that I instantly recognized. I quickly turned my head around and saw the tall, familiar figure who was now standing next to my stroller and staring down right at me. My eyes were immediately met with the sight of her well built thighs leading up to a shapely pair of hips covered in a tight pair of denim cutoff shorts. Her black band t-shirt contrasted against her brightly-dyed red hair, itself made more powerful by the multitude of shiny piercings scattered about her face. She gave me a sly smile as her recollection began to kick in and I began to freeze up in fear. Her name was Roxy, and she was the most popular of the goth and scene kids at my high school. She was also the girl that I had the biggest crush on.
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I felt like I was ready to shatter into a million pieces under Roxy's curious gaze. Desperately, I began trying to think of a response without giving my identity away. "Uhh...I dunno. Probably not", I fibbed unconvincingly. Beth's attention soon turned away from her phone and she tilted her head up to look at the commotion going on next to her. A sadistic smile appeared across her face.
"Who's this, Peter?", Beth asked in an innocent voice, as if she was completely unaware of what she was doing.
The fact that she called me Peter seemed like it was an intentional choice. Not once since these humiliating games of sissification began had she ever referred to me by my actual name, and it was clear she was trying to expose me. I watched in horror as a knowing look suddenly began to appear across Roxy's face. It was the kind of look someone gets when they finally figure out the answer too difficult riddle, or discover who the perpetrator was in a game of who-done-it. I began to get the feeling that my worst nightmares were quickly going to become a reality.
"Peter? Wait a minute...I do know you! You're Peter Anderson, the guy who sits across from me in Ms. Hazel's Geometry class!", Roxy said excitedly. "You're the shy one, right? The one who doesn't really talk to anyone? What the heck are you doing here dressed like this?"
My body began to shake nervously. "Well, you know...I lost a bet. It's just part of a silly game, that's all!", I managed to answer despite the apparent nervousness in my voice. All I could think about at that moment was getting as far away from this place as possible. Unfortunately, I was too much of a wuss to make a break for it.
Beth let out a small giggle and patted me on the head. "Oh come on sissy, you know it's rude to lie to strangers", she said, before turning to Roxy and continuing, "Our little Buttercup practically begged us to dress him up like this and take him to see Princess Brittney perform later. Britteny is his favorite performer of all time. He has all her posters and everything. We know he doesn't have many friends at school so we try to indulge him and make him happy from time to time. It's what he wants, really." The fact that Beth would lie and throw me under the bus like that made me furious. Especially since I'd been complying with her every demand so far.
I expected Roxy to laugh, but instead she just raised one eyebrow and began studying me more closely. "Right...kind of weird but okay..." she pondered aloud. Her eyes seemed to eventually land on the lower regions of my skirt, causing me to sweat nervously in terror. I didn't know how obvious my diapers were, but I was beginning to think they might not be as well hidden as I had initially thought. My suspicions would soon be proven correct when Roxy grabbed the edge of my pink frilly skirt and pulled it up, fully revealing the entirety of my embarrassing white padding. She placed a hand over her mouth and gasped. "Oh my god how cute! Baby even has a nice pair of pampers. I suppose these were his idea as well?"
"No, I take full credit for that one!", came an amused voice from behind Roxy. She turned around to find Jenna returning with two hot dogs, handing one to her sister and placing the other at her spot on the bench. With her hands now freed, she extended one arm to greet the red haired teen and formally introduced herself. "My name's Jenna, and that's my sister Beth. I'm guessing you probably already know little Buttercup here. What's your name?"
Roxy accepted Jenna's request for a handshake and returned one in kind. "My name's Roxy. I'm a classmate of Pete's. Although I don't really know him all that well...clearly." Roxy responded while shooting questionable looks in my direction. It was like she was still trying to figure out what to make of me. Either way, she seemed highly amused. She continued, "I was here waiting for my shift to begin as a stagehand in the Princess in the Park event later this afternoon, when I saw Pete from across the food court and thought that he looked familiar. Is this a regular thing for you guys? I won't lie, it's kind of weird, but he honestly looks kind of adorable. Pathetic as all hell, don't get me wrong, but also very cute."
My face grew more and more red as I sat there listening to the girl of my dreams talk to my captors about me as if I truly was a little toddler girl. I wanted to speak up and defend myself, but what could I possibly say? The proof was in the pudding, and it would be impossible to get her to unsee something like this. It didn't take a genius to figure out that our chances of being together just went from slim to none.
Jenna began digging around inside of the diaper bag before pulling out two large containers of gerber baby food. When I saw them I gulped in anticipation, knowing what was probably going to happen next. Jenna continued to chat casually as she unsealed one of the containers and began preparing for my very public feeding. "She does make a very cute baby girl, doesn't she? Me and Beth have been dressing Pete up in pretty outfits since he was a little boy. We probably started when he was about four years old or so. Honestly I think he loves it as much as we do. It's only recently that we decided that he'd be better off as a big baby, though. Don't you think it suits him well? He certainly acts like a baby sometimes."
Roxy giggled and nodded. "Oh yeah, it definitely suits him well alright. I always thought Pete might be kind of gay, mostly because I've never seen him with a girl, but I never figured he was this much of a sissy. I guess it makes sense though. Is this what you want, Pete? Do you want to be a pretty princess and wear diapers like a baby?"
Seeing Roxy so amused by my misfortune made my eyes well up with tears. "No, it's not like that Roxy. I don't want this at all", I tried to beg and plead. "They made me dress up like this. I'm not a sissy, I...mmphp!" Suddenly, I found myself being muffled by the force of a small plastic spoon full of baby food. The lukewarm mush felt absolutely disgusting in my mouth.
"Shhh...be quiet and eat your food while the adults are talking, princess", Jenna commanded as she continued to spoon feed helping after helping of baby food into my mouth. Roxy shook her head and laughed upon seeing how easily I was able to be tamed by my two beautiful cousins. I don't know if she had any respect for me to begin with, but after seeing how easily I had let them expose me to humiliation after humiliation, I was willing to bet that any small ammount of respect she could have possibly had for me was gone. Small tears began to fall down my face as I sat there listening to Jenna, Beth, and Roxy idly chat away about my entire predicament while I sat there forced to endure the act of being fed like a toddler in front of the entire zoo. Eventually the first container had been completely emptied, and it was time for me to consume my second entire helping of baby food.
I then saw Roxy get a mischievous look on her face as she saw Jenna begin to unseal the second jar of food. "Hey, mind if I feed her? I babysit a lot, so I have lots of experience." Jenna happily agreed and handed the feeding supplies over to Roxy, who sat down next to me close enough that I could get a good look down her shirt. Although I tried as hard as I could not to look, the sight of her large breasts underneath her loose black t-shirt caused my tiny pen-is to begin growing hard. To be honest, I think she may have noticed, but I highly doubt she cared. Roxy dug one spoonful of brightly colored mush out of the glass container and brought it to my lips. "It's time for more num nums, Buttercup!", she teased in a sing-songy kind of voice, before pushing the spoon into my mouth for a second helping. The way she said my nickname, I could tell she was beginning to have fun with this in a similar way to my cousins. By the time I was done eating, my entire face was covered in disgusting orange-yellow mush, just like an uncoordinated baby that has trouble feeding themself.
"Awww that was really nice, what a good little baby you are", Roxy said with a friendly pat on my diaper as she handed the empty jar and spoon back to Jenna. "But you two should really think about getting your little baby a bib. Her face is absolutely nasty!" The three of them laughed and agreed that a bib would definitely be a necessity from now on, since I was obviously such a messy eater. By the time Jenna began wiping down my face with a baby wipe, Roxy realised that she had to begin setting up for the Princess in the Park event, but kindly let Jenna and Beth know that she would be happy to babysit for them any time, and that if we wanted to see her again after the show we were more than happy to. Finally, before leaving for good Roxy pulled out her phone and took a selfie of her and I with my entire face in full view of the camera. Whatever happened from here on out, I was certain my secret was no longer safe, and I began to panic for what the future might bring.
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I wonder how they'll get Pete to comply now as he only wet his diaper based off the threat of releasing his secret. Surely he won't let them take him to princess in the park event now?!
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CuddleBunns, You are really turning my crank with this story. I think it would be fun to be in Buttercup's situation. Now that his secret is out, he is about to go further down the rabbit hole. Roxy's request to babysit will be another embarrassment for Buttercup.
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Pete should be happy, cos if he's lucky he might get to spend time more time with Roxy than he ever would have otherwise. I hope you'll relate the babysitting sessions in detail!
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Sandra B, that is a wonderful idea, and this definitely won't be the last that Pete will be seeing of Roxy in the near future. Without spoiling anything, I was originally going to finish this story at the end of the trip to the zoo, but after reading you and Sissy Little Girl's replies regarding wanting to see Roxy babysit little Buttercup, I can't help but agree. The idea of watching a beautiful, confident goth girl tease and humiliate a poor little sissy like him is honestly too good to pass up. Might even be worth it's own dedicated story in the future.
Anyway, here is the next part:
As Roxy slowly walked away into the distance, Jenna began to notice that my entire demeanor had changed. My entire body was beginning to shake in anxiety at what had just transpired, and without thinking, I began to unbuckle myself from the seat of the stroller. Jenna tapped me on the shoulder as I was in the middle of getting up and scowled.
"Where the heck do you think you're going, missy?", she asked me in a stern tone.
"I dunno, Jenna. I just can't do this anymore. Everybody at school is going to know about this. Nobody is ever going to look at me the same again. I have to get out of here, NOW! I have to...", suddenly my voice trailed off in the middle of my response. Where exactly was I going? It was a very good question, and one that I wish I had an answer to. I had no means of leaving on my own, and dressed as I was it would be equally embarrassing to try and get help. I had no money, my cell phone and learners permit were back at my house, and to top it all off I still appeared young enough to require supervision. Essentially, I was trapped. I lowered my butt back onto the seat of the stroller and rested my head in my hands. Utterly defeated, I tried one last time to weakly plead with my cousins to bring me home and let things go back to normal. "You've had your fun and humiliated me, and I've learned my lesson. Can we please just...go home? I don't want to be here anymore."
Much to my surprise, both Jenna and Beth leaned down to give me a hug out of sympathy. Once they broke free from the hug, Jenna reached under my arms and effortlessly lifted me out of the stroller, placing me on her knee where she began to gently bounce me up and down. Although I appreciated the effect that warm human contact had on easing my anxieties, it was negated by the fact that I was now in an even more embarrassing position than I had been before. Any point I could possibly make about my supposed adulthood could be refuted by just how natural I looked perched on Jenna's knee. Beth then reached into the bag and inserted my pacifier back into my mouth. The sight of me dressed like I was suc-king on my pacifier was enough to make both of them smile at me and coo. Jenna began to cuddle into me as she rubbed my diaper and began telling me exactly how things were going to be.
"I can tell you're scared, Buttercup, and that's fine. Me and Beth both knew this would be a difficult step for you, and honestly you're doing much better with it than we thought you would. You make a very good little girl, and even if you don't see it that way, everyone else does. The fact of the matter is, sissypants, that this was never going to be a choice for you to begin with. Getting you to this point was the plan from the beginning, and the fact that you've gone along with everything until now tells me exactly how you really feel deep down. You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. There's a reason you've never done sports and spent basically the entirety of your childhood as me and Beth's own person dress-up doll. You're a sissy, always have been. You just needed us to help you realize it and make the next step."
"Yeah", giggled Beth, "and we figured if you're already a sissy, then turning you into a little pants-wetting diaper-butt wouldn't be much of a stretch either."
"Exactly sis", Jenna agreed, "and before you start ranting and raving about how you're not really a sissy and we should treat you like a 'real man', whatever that means, I want you to think about something. What else do you have outside of this? One or two acquaintances at school? A pretend sense of dignity? It's not like girls are going to suddenly start throwing themselves at you because you manned up and told your cousins that you don't want to dress up like a little girl anymore. I'm sorry Peter, but when you think about it, me and Beth are the closest thing to real friends that you have, and we prefer you like this. So, I'm going to give you an ultimatum. You can either keep that pacifier in your mouth and keep being our good little baby princess, or we can call Aunt Tess to bring you home and get that diaper off of you. If you choose the latter though, and I'm sorry to say this, but you can consider us as good as gone from your life. After all, it's Buttercup that we like, not Peter. Peter is an obnoxious, overcompensating, embarrassment of a male who thinks no one can see through his paper thin facade of fake masculinity. Buttercup is a sweet, adorable, obedient little girl that makes us incredibly happy and puts a smile on everyone’s face. The choice is yours, sissy. Choose wisely."
I stammered and looked down at my pink skirt and diapered bottom straddling Jenna's knee as everything started to sink in. Every word she said was true, all of it, especially the part about Jenna and Beth being my only real friends. Sure, I had some other guys that I talked to at school, but none of them were particularly close. As humiliating as these last couple of months had been, I felt significantly less lonely than I had before Jenna and Beth came back into my life. Yet at the same time, the things they had done to me were beyond excusable. Making me publicly wear and use diapers, forcing me to dress up in their old tutus and strut around their living room to the tune of children's nursery rhymes, wearing pool floaties and a yellow polka-dot bikini as I sat in an inflatable kiddie pool, mindlessly playing with pool toys while they sun tanned topless in the yard next to me...it was all too much, and that was just the tip of the iceberg! If I let them have their way and continue treating me like this, who knows where I might end up in the future. Before I could remove my pacifier and formulate a proper answer, however, I suddenly felt Beth's hand reach across and grab my own.
"Oh and just one more thing", Beth warned sternly as she kept a firm grip on my arm, "Remember that the other kids in your class aren't the only ones who could find out about your little sissy escapades. I'm sure your mother wouldn't be too delighted to receive a video of her 16 year old son in pink pull-ups singing Let It Go from a high chair, kicking his little legs with glee as his older cousin ties his hair into adorable pig-tails. Don't think we wouldn't show her either."
"Or even worse, she might be absolutely delighted to see something like that!" Jenna joked, eliciting a string of laughter from both of them.
I, however, was not laughing one bit. No matter which decision I made, life as I knew it would pretty much be over either way. With teary eyes and a wavering voice, I finally felt Beth remove my hand from her grip and I removed my pacifier to make the hardest decision of my life. "Fine, I'll be your stupid baby", I finally sobbed in defeat, "Just don't tell my mom about any of this. Please."
Jenna smiled and began to envelop me with her arms into a big, motherly hug. She moved her face closer to my ear as I began breaking down in tears on her lap and she began whispering to me in a tender, loving voice. "Good girl. You made the right call, Buttercup", she whispered as she slowly rocked my body back and forth in her arms. As much as I hate to admit it, it did help calm me down a little. "No need for tears, darling baby princess. I promise your aunties are going to take the very best care of you. Just be a good little sissy and I promise everything is going to work out just fine. You need this, even if you don't know it yet. We love you, Buttercup, and we only want what's best for our little girl."
"And besides", Beth added, "Maybe if you stop sulking and feeling bad for yourself, you'll end up having some fun with it. It can be fun being a little girl too, you know. Especially for a needy-pants like you that loves the attention."
It was a good attempt at getting me to cheer up, but it didn't work. I continued to cry in Jenna's arms, totally oblivious to the fact that I was beginning to create a scene. Heads began to turn towards the picnic table with the crying sissy and his two beautiful cousins. Jenna was beginning to take notice. "Buttercup? Baby? I know this is all hard for you to take in, but could you do me a favor and try to cheer up, like, even just a little? People are beginning to stare at us, and nobody likes a crying baby."
Although I was not cheered up at all, I knew from the second I lifted my head to look around that Jenna was right. Scores of concerned strangers were staring at me and secretly murmuring to their neighbors, obviously intrigued by the peculiar sight in front of them. With all of my limited emotional strength, I held back my tears and tried to keep my feelings in check. I was supremely embarrassed by the public outburst that I felt I had been forced into, and decided right that second that I needed to get as far away from the dining area as possible. I gave myself a second to cool down as I leaned into Jenna's warm, maternal hug for comfort and support. I can't say my feelings for either of my cousins were particularly warm at the moment, but when I felt Jenna's arms around me it did feel as though her display of affection came from a place of legitimate love. I swallowed my pride and bunched my fists as I began trying to find the will to speak. "A...Auntie Jenna...Auntie Beth...I learned my lesson and I'm sorry I tried to run away. Can we please go somewhere else now?"
Beth's face lit up with a large, infectious smile when she heard me refer to her as "Auntie". Judging by the way Jenna once again began to excitedly bounce my soft, diapered butt up and down against her knee at that very same moment, I'm guessing she was pretty happy about it too. I felt Jenna lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek before picking me up and plopping me back down into my infantile pink stroller. "Of course we can, honeybunch", she said with an aura of cheer as she re-inserted my pacifier back into my mouth and began buckling me up. "I'm glad you understand how things are going to be from now on. Let's just try to forget about this little episode and have a nice, fun day at the zoo, okay?" I nodded my head and stared down at the concrete below as the intrigued eyes of passing faces followed my stroller off into the distance. Onward we went, with my cousins pushing my stroller until the dining area finally disappeared from sight.
"Boy, for somebody who insists they're not a baby, you sure do cry a lot", Beth said with a giggle as we eventually stopped to look at a large posted map of the zoo. There was only an hour or two left until the Princess in the Park event was due to start, and truth be told we had seen most of the zoo that was worth checking out by that point. I had very little desire to see Princess Brittney, but I also knew that I had almost no choice in the matter. I sighed and slumped down into my stroller, wondering how I could sink any lower than this.
Jenna noticed my depressive state and patted me on the head. "We're very sorry Buttercup, I know today has been hard on you. You've been very good today and I just want to thank you for not giving us any more trouble than you have. Maybe a nice little treat from the gift shop would help cheer you up?"
Something almost resembling a smile appeared on my face as soon as I heard her say "gift shop". As childish as it sounds, I still enjoyed collecting the various stuffed animals and nick-knacks available whenever I went on a public outing like this, and my room at home was decorated with various souvenirs from when my mother had taken me to places such as this very zoo or various different amusement parks. I nodded my head and beamed with newfound excitement.
"OPHAY AMPHIE JMNNA!", I tried to blurt out excitedly, forgetting that I still had a pacifier in my mouth. With my face going red with embarrassment, I removed my pacifier and corrected myself in a much softer, sheepish voice. "I mean, yes please Auntie Jenna. I would like that very much."
Jenna smiled down at me and began pushing the stroller in the general direction of the gift shop towards the front gate. For the moment I was distracted, but I knew that it would not last long. In only a matter of time I would be meeting Princess Brittney, and based on what Roxy had said about helping set up earlier, I knew that in all likelihood I would be in familiar company. I hoped to god that the next hour or so would last forever so that I wouldn't have to confront my fate, but unfortunately for me, it seemed like I was on a collision course for complete and total emasculation, with no slow down in sight.
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CuddleBunns, You did it again. Little Buttercup had his/her meltdown and now she will be heading to the gift shop and then to see Princess Brittany. I don't know what is ahead for Buttercup.
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It was not long before I found myself staring down a row of smiling stuffed animals on a brightly lit shelf inside of the gift shop. Jessica and Beth stood behind me, tapping their feet impatiently while I took an eternity to make a decision. There were just so many options to choose from. Lions, tigers, bears, even a friendly platypus. They seemed to have everything an animal lover could ever want. I could tell that my indecision must have been grating on my cousins, because the sound of their sighs were loud enough that one could probably hear them from across the room. In my defense, this was about how long it usually took them to decide how to dress me for the day whenever I came over to their house.
"Hur-ry up already!", Beth whined in a voice that sounded about as juvenile as the way I was dressed, "by the time you make a decision the zoo will be closed!"
"Just give me one second, I'm almost done choosing!", I responded in kind with an equally whiny tone.
While I continued to try and decide which furry friend I would bring home, Jenna grew increasingly tired of waiting and soon began browsing the rest of the store out of boredom. She eventually discovered a rack of colorful butterfly wings for little girls, causing her face to light up with absolute glee. She picked up a purple pair off of the rack and held it out at an arm’s length, looking back and forth at me and the wings repeatedly, as if she was trying to decide whether they would be a good fit for my current outfit or not. In her infinite fashion wisdom she must have decided they were, because she soon came running back to me and Beth faster than I've ever seen her run before in my life.
"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! LOOK AT THESE! THEY'RE PERFECT!" Jenna practically yelled as she came to a sudden, ungraceful halt next to me and Beth. She held the wings out in front of her for both of us to see, and although Beth seemed relatively impressed, I did not like what I saw one bit. The wings were every bit as feminine and frilly as you would expect them to be, and to make matters worse, they were a complete match with the color of my adorable purple top, pretty much ensuring that I would be wearing them later whether I wanted to or not. I sat there frowning in my stroller as Beth grabbed the embarrassing article from Jenna's hands and began studying them with a large, open mouthed grin.
"Where did you find these? They're incredible! I'm kicking myself for not thinking of something like this before today!", Beth said as she looked over the pair of frilly wings in bewilderment.
"I found them on the rack over there. When I saw a pair in this color, I knew it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. We'll be bringing home the prettiest princess award later for sure!", Jenna responded.
I stared at my cousins with a deadpan expression and then looked back over at the wings. There was a bright pink label attached to them that read "MY BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY! CHILDREN'S WING SET", sprawled out in a flowery font across from a picture of a small smiling girl with curly blonde hair, who looked to be about four to eight years old. The girl on the label was wearing a dress much frillier than mine, and seemed to be absolutely delighted that she could add such a playful and elegant garment to her ensemble. Knowing the particular tastes of my traveling companions, I wondered how long I had until the stereotypical girlie-girl on the package would be me instead.
It didn't take very long afterwards for Jenna to take notice of my sour expression. There was no need to spell anything out for her, she already knew exactly what was on my mind. "Oh, cheer up and pick a stuffed animal already", she told me with a patronizing pat on my shoulder, "You'll be thanking me when you see how pretty you look later."
I cursed my cousins under my breath as I did what Jenna told me and finally decided on which stuffed animal I would be taking home. Before long I was being pushed through the exit of the gift shop with my new best friend in hand; A happy and lovable elephant named Max. Jenna made sure to get lots of pictures of me cuddling up to my new best pal while I held him close and didn't let go. He was an excellent security blanket for me, as holding onto him helped take my focus away from the scores of people who were inevitably staring at me at any moment.
Soon enough however, I heard the sound of an alarm going off on Jenna's phone and felt her immediately perk up from behind my stroller. She frantically reached for her phone before looking at it with a wide, devious smile. "Do you know what that sound means puddle-butt?", she asked me rhetorically. I was halfway through taking my pacifier out to respond before she cut me off and answered. "It means the Princess in the Park event starts in just thirty minutes. C'mon Beth, let's go get Buttercup ready."
"Ready?", I said in surprise as I felt Beth already start to turn the stroller around and head in another direction, "What do you mean ready? I thought I was already ready! Wasn't that the whole point of dressing me like this and giving me this embarrassing princess getup?"
Beth giggled. "Yeah, but we need to add a few finishing touches to make you look REALLY pretty. We do want to take home the coveted 'Prettiest Princess in Training' trophy after all."
"Trophy!?", I spat out in complete shock. "You're not going to make me go up in front of people are you?"
I could not see either of my cousins at this point since they were both standing behind me, but even from the seat of my stroller I could physically feel the sensation of Jenna rolling her eyes at me. "Of course we are, sissy. Why else would we bring you here? Just to meet Princess Brittney? We could have thrown you a party and done that at home, silly goose."
I was simply aghast. It was hard enough just being around other people in public dressed like this, but to be put on a stage? Paraded around like some sort of freakish spectacle and humiliated for the enjoyment of countless other people? It was a thought that completely terrified me. I buried my head into my stuffed elephant and mentally berated myself for letting things go this far.
The spectre of my upcoming humiliation would continue to hang like a cloud over my head for the next few minutes while Jenna and Beth pushed me to the nearest public restroom. Once inside, they swiftly helped me up out of my stroller and brought me over to the nearest mirror, where I saw Jenna open up a side compartment on my diaper bag and pull out a small makeup kit. The two girls quickly got to work on making me the prettiest little sissy I could possibly be, and by the end of my makeover they had applied a smooth layer of foundation to even out my appearance, as well as an appropriate amount of blush and subtle light pink lip gloss to make me look slightly more bubbly and feminine. I then saw Jenna pull out a white pair of rubber panities which were covered in small, bright pink hearts. Somehow the sight of the rubber panties being pulled up my legs made me feel even more babyish than I already did, something I did not think possible. The two then spent some extra time evening everything out and making sure I looked presentable before adding one last finishing touch; The large, fairy-like pair of butterfly wings they had bought for me from the gift shop. The wings truly were the piece that tied the whole outfit together, transforming me from a run of the mill caricature of a demure two year old girl into a magical real life human doll to be gawked at by dozens of unknown strangers.
After the ordeal of getting me ready, it was then time to head down to the amphitheater to get in line for the event. To my suprise, instead of forcing me to get back into the stroller, Jenna instead began to undo the snaps and fold it up. Carrying the stroller and diaper bag with one arm, she then extended her other arm and offered me her hand. "Sorry princess, but you're going to have to walk. Those adorable wings aren't going to fit in the stroller", she said with a chuckle.
With a sigh I took her hand and began to walk towards the restroom's exit, soon feeling Beth grab my other hand and give me a friendly, knowing gaze. The thick diapers caused my body to wobble ever so slightly while I walked, a sensation that I found incredibly embarrassing, and the knowledge that people would soon see me being led hand in hand by my cousins throughout the zoo somehow made me feel even more little than the act of riding in a stroller.
Once we were out of the women's restroom, it was not long before we were making a b-line straight for the event. Both Jenna and Beth seemed to savor every second of the journey there, waving my arms playfully and even lifting me up off the ground at one point like I really was a small toddler girl. Things were not as easy on my end, since I was not use to walking around in such thick diapers, and on more than once my cousins had to catch me from falling after I went off balance. By the time we arrived and took our place in line, the two of them were practically forcing me to skip.
The line for the event was not very long, but it was long enough to cause me anxiety. Somehow against all odds, I found myself wishing that I still had access to my pacifier, but my cousins had stashed it away since it could potentially ruin my lip gloss. Looking up ahead to the front of the line, I saw a familiar face holding a clip board and ushering parents and little girls through the gate into the amphitheater. It was difficult to tell who it was underneath her large, frilly pink gown and luscious blonde wig, but the multiple piercings scattered across her face were unmistakable; It was Roxy.
It would only be a few more agonizing moments before we finally made our way to the front of the line and came face to face with the former girl of my dreams. Roxy quickly noticed our presence from a distance, and gave me a sly, shit eating grin as she saw my cousins lead me toward her hand in hand. "Well well well, look who finally made it", Roxy said with a curtsy, "If it isn't the fairest maiden in all the land, not to mention her two exquisite chaperones! Are you guys here for the show, or are you entering into the competition?"
"It's nice to see you again Roxy!", Jenna responded in a friendly tone, "Our little Buttercup here is going to compete in the prettiest princess competition. Any room on the list?"
"Of course there is!", said Roxy, "Before I write her name down though, I have to ask; Your little potty-pants isn't going to make any stinkies on stage is she? We don't have any policies against poopy diapers here, but that certainly wouldn't be lady-like"
Jenna and Beth both giggled at Roxy's remark, although I was slightly less impressed. "Well I would certainly hope not, but I can't make any promises!", Jenna responded with amusement, "If she does, we'll handle it. That's why we brought so many diapers after all!"
My stomach sank to the floor as soon as I heard what she said. Poop my diapers? Surely she could not be serious. There would be nothing more humiliating than the act of having to mess my diaper like an actual baby. Peeing was one thing, but messing? I would never be able to show my face to anyone again after doing something as degrading as that.
Roxy chuckled as she saw the color drain from my face. "Awww, I don't think she likes that idea very much. Don't worry baby girl, I've seen plenty of little fairy princesses just like you get dragged offstage to have their smelly diapers changed. We separate the contestants by age group, so you probably won't be the only one anyway. No need to be embarrassed."
I then felt Beth squeeze the back of my diaper, causing me to slightly jump in place. "Nope, nothing yet!", Beth joked, "Does that mean we get extra points?"
"No", replied Roxy as she finally began to fill out my name on the clipboard, "But she certainly has my vote!"
A few more humiliating pleasantries were discussed before we were finally ushered inside the gate and told to go group up with the other contestants in the one to four age range and await further instructions. Roxy wished us farewell as my cousins began dragging me forward towards what I would soon find out would be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.
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CuddleBunns, this is getting way too good. Poor Buttercup has been made up, put into butterfly wings and has been told that she could mess herself while on stage. She has also been placed in the 1 to 4 year old group. What more can we ask for? I can't wait for the next chapter the and see what happens with the Prettiest Princess contest.
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It didn't take long to find the other contestants in the 1-4 age range and group up with them. For one thing, almost all of them were either sitting in strollers or being held by their parents, and secondly, they were standing far away from the other groups of contestants. This was because the annual competitions at the Princess in the Park event were generally split into two categories. The first was your standard Prettiest Princess competition. In this category, girls between the ages of 5 and 10 usually competed to see who was the most elegant and princess-like in a series of beauty contests and silly games to test their "princess skills". This was all mostly done for fun, with the contest rarely getting too heated and the prize being nothing more than your bog-standard plastic trophy of a fake golden tiara. The second category of the competition was referred to as the Prettiest Princess in Training category, and it was the one I was to be competing in. It was mostly similar to the first category in both it's theming and structure, the main differences being that the contestants were usually toddler aged and were allowed to have a parent or chaperone on stage with them. The contests and games were also generally toned down and made much more age appropriate for a group of contestants that may not even be able to comprehend instructions yet. After the two competitions, the girls and their families would have a chance to meet with the titular Princess Brittney and engage in various activities including crafts, face painting, and story time. For it's target audience, it was a day of fun and good cheer to remember and cherish for the rest of their lives.
For me however, it was going to be torture.
The first thing I noticed as Jenna and Beth dragged me over to this rag-tag group of not-yet princesses were the multitude of upset stares being shot in my direction before we even joined them. Not from the little girls of course, they were completely oblivious, but from their sneering parents. As we drew in closer one concerned mother walked up to us with her hands on her hips and madly began to confront us. "Um, what is this?", the tall middle aged woman said as she came to a stop in front of us, blocking our path. "Surely you can't be serious right now. This is highly inappropriate, and it has to be against some sort of rules!"
Jenna, completely unfazed by this woman's harsh tone of voice, handed the stroller and diaper bag to Beth before leaning close to the angry woman and whispering something in her ear. I could not tell what she was saying since she was holding a hand up to block me from reading her lips, but I could tell that whatever it was, it was convincing. The lady's face became much more relaxed and pacified the more that Jenna whispered.
"Hmm...Yes...Oh no...I'm so sorry about that...that's terrible...well of course", the woman said to Jenna as I leaned in and tried to figure out what the heck they were talking about. "I understand completely. Well, if your little Buttercup feels the need to do this that badly then I don't see any harm. I'm sorry I was so harsh and judgmental."
"That's alright, I understand why you might have been", Jenna said out loud, finally breaking from her whisper, "Thank you so much for understanding our special circ-umstances. I'm glad we could discuss this like rational adults. I hope your little one does well!"
The woman thanked her before returning to the group and telling them all exactly what Jenna had said. By the time I arrived with each of my cousins in hand, all of the adults were looking down at me smiling, and cooing sympathetically. "Awww there's the little sweet pea. Mrs. Jenkins told us all about Buttercup's special problems and we want you to know that we're proud of you two. What you're doing is so, so brave", one woman said to my cousins as she placed her hand on Jenna's shoulder in a sign of solidarity. I don't know how powerful Jenna's story must have been to convince an entire group of adults that it was perfectly fine for me to be paraded in front of them dressed like a fairy princess in diapers, but I was almost certain that I did not want to find out.
We spent the next twenty minutes or so hanging out with the group while we waited for our resident "Princess Guide" to arrive and give us further instruction. I spent most of this time sitting on Beth's knee on one of the chairs that had been provided while Jenna merilly bounced from person to person, no doubt talking to them about me and my sissified state. When our guide finally did arrive, she ushered us into a roped off section of the stands where we were to wait some more and prepare ourselves for the main event. Our guide's name was Emma, and she was a short and bubbly girl probably aged 14-18, dressed in a purple sleeping-beauty esque dress with short blonde hair and a very positive attitude.
While we were waiting for the event to start, parents fussed over their noisy toddlers all around me as I sat in the stands and tried not to draw too much attention. Emma was now going row by row with a clipboard and double checking the names of every contestant, and was only about two rows away when Jenna leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, if I were you I wouldn't talk very much for the rest of the day. I'm not going to tell you the kinds of things I've been telling people here, because it would probably just upset you, but for the time being it might be wise to keep things to babbling or one word responses", she said to me in a low, hush-hush kind of voice.
A cold shiver inched down my spine. Babbling? What could she have possibly told them that would result in me needing to pretend to be nearly non-verbal? Beads of sweat began to permeate from my scalp as Emma finally approached our spot in the stands.
"Hello there", Emma greeted us in a friendly and innocent tone, "I can already tell that you must be Buttercup! I'm so glad to finally meet you!" She wrote something down on the clipboard, then looked up straight at Jenna and Beth. "And you must be her wonderful cousins Jenna and Beth. Roxy was telling me all about her encounter with you guys earlier. The picture she took with Buttercup was soooo adorable! You've very lucky to have such a special little sissy to take care of. Just so you know, you guys are going on seventh, right after Carla and her mother Ms. Laurence. Good luck! I can't wait to see her on stage."
My cousins thanked Emma as she continued her rounds and eventually made her way back to the ground level in front of the stage. By now there were multiple members of the sound and stage crew setting up equipment and props for the event, and I could tell that it would not be long before things got started. A few more minutes passed before a string of pink, purple, and blue lights turned on, and a lady in a similarly themed dress to Roxy and Emma walked out on stage to announce the beginning of the show. By now the other groups of older contestants as well as many attendees who were not participating in the show had arrived, and the stands were filled up to near capacity. As soon as the lady on stage began to talk, the stands full of people became as silent as an audience full of children could possibly be, and everyone listened intently to what she had to say.
The lady introduced herself as Court-Maiden Elaine, and thanked everyone for coming before discussing the itinerary for the evening. Admittedly, I did not hear much of what she had to say because she was slightly soft-spoken and I was in a section full of whiny toddlers, but I do remember afterward being alerted by the sound of clapping as I saw none other than Princess Brittney walk up onto the stage. Taking a moment to stop and curtsey, as well as bow to the audience, the little girls in the stands went wild as Brittney took her place at the microphone and began to adress everybody.
"Greetings fellow princesses and members of the royal court! My name is Princess Brittney and I am the host of tonight's extravagant gala here at the incredible Sea-Otter amphitheater, located inside of the wild and wonderful Upstate Park Zoo! Tonight will surely be a celebration for the ages as we gather so many beautiful princesses and princess in training together in one place to celebrate their wonderful regal excellence!"
High pitched hollars and cheers could be heard all around me as a sea of hyperactive girls jumped up and down upon hearing their favorite royal idol speak. Princess Brittney seemed to look slightly different than I had remembered, and in addition seemed to have picked up an English accent since the last time I had seen her a decade ago, as opposed to the not very noteworthy midwestern accent I remembered her having. At this moment I began to speculate that this was actually a different person entirely, and that the whole Princess Brittney persona was just a cheap way to market birthday party entertainment to little girls. I don't know why, but there truly was a part of me deep down that felt slightly betrayed by that development.
Brittney continued. "We will begin our celebration tonight with a contest to determine who is the fairest maiden of all. Of course, I myself am of the opinion that all princesses are beautiful, no matter what shape, size, or color they may be. It's inner beauty that truly defines a princess, and I truly do believe that everyone has the capacity to be beautiful and compassionate deep down! However, there can only be one fairest maiden in the land. The princess of the highest order. The one who can display the most elegance, thoughtfulness, and knowledge of how to treat her subjects well and shine brightly above the rest. Tonight, princesses from far and wide will partake in a series of contests to determine who will reign princess supreme! Looking out into the stands tonight, I can already tell that it will be a very tough competition. I can't wait to see what each and every one of you beautiful young ladies bring to the table, and I look forward to watching you show us all how beautiful you are in your own special way."
Once again the audience fell into an uproar. Children called out to Princess Brittney as if she was going to answer their calls, and parents worked tirelessly to calm their kids down enough for the show to continue. Eventually Princess Brittney held a finger up to silence the crowd, and for the most part they all complied.
"Before we begin however, there is another contest that we must all bear witness to. This particular contest is very, very special to me. It regards those who are not yet princesses in their own right, but may very well someday become just as elegant and charming as the multitude of mature, sophisticated young royals I see out there in the audience before me. I am, of course, talking about the annual Prettiest Princess in Training competition! Soon you will all meet the next generation of pretty young princesses and decide who is the most elegant and princess-like among them. I hope you all enjoy what I consider to be the most adorable part of our show tonight...and please, no flash photography! Without further ado, please put your hands together for the princesses in training as they begin to make their way on stage and introduce themselves to you!"
An eruption of applause from all around me began to deafen my ears as Emma walked over to our area and began to motion our group onto the stage. Jenna grabbed my hand and began to drag me after the rest of our group, while Beth remained in the stands to keep watch of our stuff. The supposed rule of no flash photography seemed to go out the window immediately for the parents and relatives who'd been left behind, many of whom were frantically whipping out their cameras and phones to take pictures of their little ones making their way on stage. Walking the considerably short distance from the stands to the stage became a nightmare as soon as I realized that there were many more people here than I had initially thought. Although I could hear no distinct conversations from the audience, the amount of disparate chuckles and gasps I could hear amongst the roar of the applause made me feel as though a great deal of attention was now being paid to my presence. My legs quickly became wobbly from sheer nervousness, and Jenna shot me dirty looks as she used her disproportionate strength to keep me upright and moving.
Once on stage, me and the other princesses-to-be, plus their chaperones, were neatly lined up together facing the audience. Starting from the beginning of the line, Court-Maiden Elaine appeared from backstage with a microphone and began asking the contestants to introduce themselves one by one (Or, if they were too young, asking their chaperones to introduce them instead). As she slowly made her way towards Jenna and I, I couldn't help but stare out into the sea of people and feel incredibly scared and anxious. Although there were many other contestants on stage, most eyes seemed to be fixed on me as though they knew something fishy was going on. To make matters even worse, as I looked around the crowd I soon noticed there were three separate figures on the top row of the stands with large cameras labed "WHKB Action 13 News", all of which were aimed directly at me. My body began to feel incredibly hot with sheer terror as I froze up and began to disassociate with myself physically. "Oh no. No no no no", I thought, "This can't be happening. They're going to put me on the news! Everyone I know is going to see me like this!" This overwhelming barrage of nervousness would end up getting the better of me, and it wasn't long before I snapped back to reality and noticed that my diaper was now completely warm and drenched! I couldn't believe it! I was actually so terrified that I soaked my diaper without even realising it, and now I was standing on stage in front of what felt like hundreds of people and possibly the entire local television market.
I was snapped back to reality when Jenna gave me a quick nudge from behind and motioned her head to the left. There I saw Elaine holding a microphone up to the contestant one spot ahead of me, a quiet and shy little girl with curly ringlets named Susie. I did not catch what Elaine initially asked her, but it did not seem to matter. Instead of answering her, the shy girl instead hid behind her mother's leg, eliciting a series of awwws from the audience. Elaine simply laughed and told her mother that it was okay. She was used to princesses being shy.
Finally the moment of truth had arrived. Elaine took her place before us and readied the mic. "Hello there sweetie", She said as she lowered the mic down to my face and put one arm around my shoulder, "and who might you be?"
I once again found myself frozen in place, unable to find the courage to answer such a basic question. Instead, I just hopelessly stammered in front of the beautiful hostess in front of me. "I...I...bu...uhhh...."
She lifted the mic up to Jenna, who happily grabbed onto it and answered for me. "This is my little Princess Buttercup! I'm sorry she couldn't answer, but she's not very good at the whole speaking thing."
Elaine chuckled and looked down at my nervous, shaky body. "And just how old is this pretty little girl?", she asked Jenna inquisitively, "She seems awfully big to not be talking yet."
"Well, her actual age is 16, but she has the mental age of about two years old. She's always wanted nothing more than to be a pretty princess like her favorite idol, Princess Brittney. She gets so lonely sometimes, sitting alone at home with her mommy all day. You know, not being able to go to school and all...", Jenna responded with a sudden serious tone, playing to the crowd for fake sympathy. The crowd bought into it hook, line, and sinker, and began to mutter amongst themselves about the poor unfortunate soul standing on stage before them. I suddenly felt Jenna reach down and hoist me up into her arms, as if to signal to the audience that despite my age I really was just a big simpering baby, and they should have no problem viewing me as such. She began rocking me back and forth as she continued. "I wanted to give her something special today that she could remember for the rest of her life, although I'm not sure if she even has such capabilities. She's such a special little girl, and she means the world to me. I hope you all agree and can help make her special day the happiest one of her life."
The crowd started cheering as Elaine leaned in and gave Jenna a hug, letting her know how brave and thoughtful she was to do something so nice for such a helpless, unfortunate person such as myself. By the time she had moved on to introducing the next princess and Jenna had let me down, I was barely even able to stand on my own. My legs were growing too weak from the humiliation of what just happened. Jenna looked down at me and smiled, patting my head. "I know what you just did in your diapeys, little girl", she whispered as I trembled before the entire audience. The humiliation had truly just begun.
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CuddleBunns, This princess in the park thing is starting to get real good. Buttercup has now been introduced as her real age and has been pegged as having the mentality of a 2 year old.
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Hmmm a mentality of 2 years old seems way too mature. Buttercup is definitely a just the day before her first birthday perpetually look at her meaningless babble and standing still while helplessly using his diaper without realizing it :) If he was a 2 year old he'd be screaming No! loudly before running off to try hide and mess his diaper someplace hidden. Buttercup doesb't try to move away with his held keeping him standing upright because he clearly would be crawling to move away and walking is clearly scary. The 2 year old mental assessment is clearly expecting Buttercup to do a bunch of stuff she isn't ready for clealry :) Heck she's spent most of the day getting pushed around in a stroller happily like a content infant instead of wanting to get out to interact with animals and get closer to see things up close and pet them them not at all. *nods* :) When her mom inevitably sees this I hope she realizes this and gets her actual infantile behavior appropriate play-sets and toys for her new daughter :) Buttercup could get hurt if she starts putting 2 year old toys into her mouth to explore them and swallows them. *nodsnods* :)
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You are right, sarahpenguin. Two years old was clearly an overestimation of the kind of mental age the Jenna wants Buttercup to pretend he has. I'm not going to spoil any specifics, but lets just say that if you think Buttercup's mommy should be treating him the way that Jenna and Beth do, you're going to be very happy with the ending I have planned!
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Eventually the princesses were all introduced and it was time for the contest to truly begin. The neat line we had all been filed into was broken up by Elaine, who hurriedly shuffled us to the side of the stage while two stagehands in colorful, frilly gowns appeared from off stage with a large pink teddy bear in their hands, as well as a bag full of props. I could tell from the glimmer of bright pink and blonde in the corner of my eye that one of them was Roxy, who gave me a playful wink as she walked out onto the center of the stage to begin setting up for the first real part of the competition. The colorful stuffed bear was placed directly in the middle of the platform for all to see, and the bag of props was emptied before it, with multiple smaller toys scattering about at the teddy bear's feet. Elaine promptly took her place next to it to begin explaining the rules of the first competition. The bear looked absolutely gigantic next to her, easily coming up to 3/4 of her height. She playfully ruffled the fur on the enormous stuffies head before speaking.
"Everybody knows that a proper little princess must be kind, compassionate, and loving. For our first competition of the evening, we will test out how these little ones can demonstrate their love for this gigantic stuffed teddy bear. Each contestant will have their turn to interact with the large and loveable beast, and they will be judged based on how kindly or unkindly they treat it. Contestant number one may begin when they are ready. Good luck!"
Moments later a small girl in a pink sailor suit with a matching large bright pink rose in her hair was led directly to the center of the stage by her mother. The girl was obviously one of the older princesses in the group, probably about four years old, and seemed to have an air of confidence about her. Her mother let go of her arm once they reached the large stuffed animal, and the girl wasted no time in walking up to the bear and giving it a big hug as well as a small, friendly kiss. The audience ooed and awwed at the adorable act, and it was very clear that she had been instructed by her mother on exactly what to do beforehand. Jessica shook her head in disbelief and then tilted it down at me, looking me directly in the eyes. A determined look was plastered across her face. "See that princess? THAT'S the one we need to look out for. You need to do something even cuter than that if we're going to win this thing", she said to me in a quiet, yet still incredibly pumped up voice.
I stared off into the distance as the girl was led back to our group and the next contestant was quickly hurried up to take her place. "Win this thing...", I laughed to myself internally at the absurdity of Jenna's statement, "Why do I care if we win this thing? I don't even want to be here."
Still, the spirit of competition was clearly in the air. The next few contestants would have varying degrees of success in their interaction with the large plush creature, and Jenna seemed incredibly tense the entire time. It was like she was a serial gambler at a race track. She either muttered words of disappointment under her breath or excitedly mouthed the word "yes!" as princess after princess was led to the bear and left to work their magic. One little girl offered the bear one of the toys off the ground, an act of compassion that the audience clearly appreciated, while another younger girl simply sat on the ground in front of it and ignored the bear entirely, choosing to instead play with the toys herself. Girl after girl was led up and brought back while Jenna, as well as the other parents, intently watched the whole thing with hawk-like eyes.
In what felt like a very short amount of time, the sixth contestant began to return and I was reminded that it would now be our turn to be led out. Before I even realized what was happening, Jenna had already grabbed my arm and began pulling me towards the center of the stage, causing me to snap out of my mental daze and stumble as I tried to regain my balance. "Remember...be the most adorable little sissy baby you can be", she muttered discreetly from the side of her mouth, finally letting me go with a loving tap to my diaper into the center of the stage, right back into the entire audience's direct line of sight. All of my anxieties very quickly returned and my legs once again began to heavily shake at the prospect of being the center of attention. I coyly grabbed a small stuffed rabbit off of the ground and began a short walk over to "give it" to the bear, thinking that it would at least score me some compassion points in the tally. However, in all my unease and distress I instead found myself tripping over my own feet and beginning a rapid, humiliating descent forward and downward. My pink-white barbie sneakers quickly disappeared from view as I felt the momentum of my fall lift my frilly pink skirt up and reveal my embarrassing diaper covers to the entire audience. My body fell on top of the stuffed bear with a muffled plop, knocking it down so I was now laying on top of it with my legs spread wide around it's torso and my big, puffy bottom directly on display for all to see.
After a moment of awkward silence, the audience began to shriek with laughter at my pathetically adorable blunder. I stayed on top of the large stuffed animal and closed my eyes, trying to drown out the horrible, emasculating jeers and giggles that were now echoing from all around me. I could not will myself to move, no matter how hard I tried, and my obviously diapered sissy butt remained the focal point of many amused, pointing fingers. If things could get any worse than this, I did not want to know.
Elaine walked over and waited a moment for the laughter to die down, before crouching down and tenderly beginning to rub my back. "Ohh honeybunch...I'm so, so sorry. At least you tried, right baby?", she cooed down to me sympathetically, although also still broadcasting it into the microphone for good measure. Clearly she thought that her words of encouragement would help me feel better, but instead I only felt worse. Jenna walked over to where I was laying and casually picked me up. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, she waved to the audience and quickly made her way back to the side of the stage.
"That was amazing!", Jenna whispered excitedly, "I don't know if I've ever seen you do something so adorable in your life! I mean, falling like that probably won't score you any points, but oh well. Even though I'm disappointed that we won't win, it was worth it just to see your adorable tush in the air like that. You should act more clumsy all the time."
I cringed and held back tears as I stewed in my own disappointment for the remainder of the first round. In all, it did not seem to go on too much longer, as there were only about five or so more contestants left after me. The competition afterward wouldn't be nearly as humiliating, and definitely not as noteworthy, but it was still pretty embarrassing. In order to test our "elegance" as princesses to be, we were made to ride toy horsies around the stage while elegant baroque music set the mood in the background. This was not done with nearly as much grace or structure as the first competition, since it's very hard to do anything with complex rules when toddlers are involved, resulting in a very chaotic mass of girls romping around the stage with almost no rhyme or reason for about two and a half minutes. The audience seemed to mostly check out for this one, although I could clearly hear the odd chuckle or jeer resonating from the stands at multiple different points in time. I can't say I entirely blamed them either. I must have looked incredibly lost and silly as I mindlessly wandered around the stage, bouncing up and down with the stick of the toy horse between my legs like some kind of z-grade film extra. Occasionally I would slow down a little, only to see Jenna shooting me a very nasty look, causing me to resume my energetic bouncing with feigned excitement. The fact that my diaper was still wet caused me to begin chafing slightly from all the friction of hopping up and down, and by the end of the second round of the competition I was beginning to grow increasingly uncomfortable.
After my humiliating horsie ride, there was a brief cooldown period to give the chaperones time to calm their children down and take care of whatever needs had to be taken care of. By now there were a couple of contestants that were in dire need of a diaper change (including me), and we were all led off the stage to an area behind it where a small building housing restrooms was located. Jenna grabbed my hand and led me back with her down the stairs, and before I knew it I was lying on the ground next to a group of three or so mothers changing their toddler's diapers. I felt so incredibly small as Jenna slid the diaper covers down my legs and began to untape my sagging, squishy wet pampers while I laid on the floor completely exposed. "Wow, you really had to go didn't you baby? These are some of the wettest diapers I've ever seen!", she said in surprise as she folded up my used diapers and placed them next to her. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the diaper bag, she began to unfold it when her eye suddenly caught sight of the diaper covers, piquing her interest. "Oh no sissy, look! Your pee pees leaked right through your diaper and got your covers all wet! Lucky for me I brought extra!"
Jenna dug back into the diaper bag and pulled out a similar looking cover, except this one had a reverse color scheme of pink and white, rather than the white and pink that I was previously wearing. She held them up proudly and gave me a big smile. "See baby? These one's might be even prettier to be honest. They're even your favorite color!"
I placed my hands over my eyes and ignored her. By this point I was too mentally exhausted to care what happened next or what she dressed me in. I just wanted to go home and lock myself in my room forever. At least then I would be able to get some privacy, which was something I had next to none of right now. As Jenna slid the new diaper under me, I noticed the woman who had confronted us earlier was also in the rest room with us, except she was using the diaper change table to take care of her actual toddler. She looked down at Jenna changing me on the floor and shook her head, smiling. Due to Jenna's wild stories about me being mentally incompetent, it was beginning to seem as though everyone truly viewed me as the equivilent of a little baby, or at the very least was convinced I deserved to be treated like one. Suddenly, I felt Jenna stick something inside of my butt when nobody was looking.
"Whoa", I dumbfoundedly cried out in disbelief, feeling jolted from the alien sensation.
"Oops sorry baby", Jenna said sympathetically, "That was just me cleaning you out a little." I did not know whether to believe her explanation or not, since the sensation of something foreign inside of my rectum remained, although I figured it could also be my mind playing tricks on me. I stared up at the ceiling for the remainder of the change, wishing only for an escape from this carnival of demeaning humiliations.
Within minutes I would find myself back on the stage, readying myself for the final princess trial of the day as an unknown stagehand hurriedly walked from contestant to contestant and handed us small, plastic tiaras. Jenna fixed the tiara on my head, and from looking around I could see that most other adults were doing the same for their own young ones. Elaine once again appeared in front of the crowd, eager as ever to explain our last embarrassing task. She tapped the mic to test that it was still on before holding it up to her face and excitedly beginning to tell us exactly what we would now be doing. "For our final competition tonight, we will be testing one of the most important skills that a princess can have; Dance!", she told the crowd enthusiastically. "The rules of this competition will be simple. The princesses-to-be and their wonderful older chaperones will simply dance on stage for all of us to see, and the judges will decide afterward which pair among them looks the most princess-like. Good luck my pretties!"
The sound of ABBA's Dancing Queen suddenly started to emanate from the loudspeakers beside the stage, signalling to all of the contestants that the dance number would now begin. Before I could even process what was happening, Jenna had already grabbed both of my arms and was beginning to spin me around and around, moving me haphazardly in every direction and manipulating my limbs like a ragdoll. Beads of sweat were starting to form on my body as I nervously remembered the mistake I had made the first time I was on stage, and I focused on trying desperately not to lose my coordination as I had then. By the time the first chorus had started, Roxy and some of the other members of the staff wearing princess-like gowns began to also make their way onto the stage, joining us in our musical romp. By the time the song was halfway over, even Brittney herself had joined us, eliciting a bombardment of excited scream from the crowd and doubling the amount of energy that one could feel in the air. Brittney seemed to be seriously enjoying herself, moving from pair to pair and giving the little ones a once in a lifetime chance to dance with her hand in hand. The youngest ones did not seem to care, but the older toddlers who actually knew who she was latched onto her like vultures circling their next meal. For most other people on stage, I'm sure the whole experience was a lot of fun.
I, however, was understandably not as positive about the whole thing as everybody else was. As I nervously pranced about the stage with Jenna like some kind of trained poodle on a leash, the constant movement began to somewhat upset my stomach. I tried to ignore it at first, figuring it to be some sort of passing feeling that would go away eventually, but the longer I moved around the worse it began to feel. Jenna seemed to notice the faces I was making as I squinted and concentrated on trying to ignore the inevitable. A sadistic smile spread across the corners of her face.
"Uh oh diaper girl, looks like it's wor-king!", she said in a teasing tone of voice, clearly amused by something I did not yet comprehend.
"What do you mean it's work-", I was suddenly cut off before I could respond to Jenna's statement by the sensation of my shoulder being tapped. Jenna stopped forcing me to dance and freed me to turn myself around and see who it was. I spun my body 180 degrees and nearly gasped in shock. It was Roxy, as beautiful as ever and still decked out from head to toe in princess gear. Her body towered over mine and exuded an air of confidence that made me weak at the knees. Staring directly into my soul, her incredibly pretty hazel eyes seemed to hypnotize me in a way few others could. She placed one arm on my shoulder and looked over at Jenna with a wickedly devilish smile. "Mind if I take lil Pete here for a spin?", she asked Jenna with a smooth, sultry voice that made me want to melt. Jenna giggled to herself and nodded.
"Go for it", she responded.
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CuddleBunns, That was a fun chapter. Buttercup really acted like a mentally challenged child. Falling into the giant teddy bear was priceless. Now that they are dancing, little Buttercup is beginning to feel something is wrong. He will find out very soon. This is going to be GREAT!!!!
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Roxy could feel my hands trembling in hers as she pulled me away from Jenna and began to lead me in a much less intensive slow dance. My movements were unsurprisingly not very coordinated, especially considering the fact that I had fawned over this woman for practically half of my entire time at grade school. Plus there was the matter of my upset stomach at hand. "What's the matter, little guy? Is this the first time you've ever danced with a woman?", She asked me with a teasing inflection, causing my already red cheeks to glow twice as bright.
"Y...Yes...It is", I answered honestly (not counting the many times I had been forced to dance with my cousins), hoping that maybe on some level she may still viewed me as a potential romantic suitor. I had based this assumption purely on the fact that she wanted to dance with me, and her method of sharing a dance seemed much more intimate and romantic than Jenna's had. Still, dressed as I was, I had my doubts.
Roxy giggled and pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in so tight that I was now only inches away from her body. I gulped as a steady, all-encompassing heat spread throughout the length of my body, followed by a sharp increase in the kind of nervousness that comes with being near one's biggest crush. Her steady warm breath seemed to reach out and touch me in a way that made me feel like I was getting intimately close to her, and the sight of her wonderful breasts in front of me caused my tiny little pen-is to begin growing embarrassingly hard.
Her face seemed playful as she licked her lips and studied my reactions to her latest move. "Didn't think so. I can tell this is your first time", She said in a sultry voice that was like butter to my ears. "Just do what comes natural and keep being completely adorable. That shouldn't be very hard for a little sissy like you. You have nothing to worry about. Except maybe dirty diapers." She punctuated her last sentence with a playful pat on my diapered bottom. My confidence that she wasn't simply teasing me immediately dwindled, and I began to feel very, very uncomfortable in my current position.
Roxy would continue to teasingly move me back and forth around the stage for a short while longer, until I eventually felt a sharp increase in my stomach pains. Sweat began to pour out from my body as the haunting realization of what was happening finally dawned on me. "Umm Roxy", I gently whispered, trying as hard as possible to keep my voice low enough that nobody else could hear me, "I really have to use the bathroom. Like, bad."
Roxy raised her eyebrows at me and refused to let go of my body. "Oh, for some reason I thought you did that stuff in your diapers. Can't you just wait until the end of the song? There's only about a minute left", she begged dismissively, continuing to sashay around the stage with me hand in hand. I tried so hard to please her, holding on and ignoring the pressure as it tried to rip and tear its way through my intestines. After a few more seconds, however, things were beginning to get very dire. Roxy felt a snag of sudden resistance as my feet stopped moving and my face grew incredibly red.
"Noooo, I can't...this can't be happening! Somebody help me! I'm going to-" The final wave of intense cramping hit my stomach and suddenly, it all became too much for me to handle. Within moments I found myself hunching over and squatting down as a wave of disgusting, sludgy poop noisily forced its way out of me and heavily expanded the seat of my diaper. A warm, smelly brown cushion was soon enveloping my entire bottom, causing Roxy to let go of me and stare down at me with wicked amusement, no doubt highly entertained by my embarrassing, pathetic indignity. It wasn't long before everyone on stage, and soon after that the entire audience, stared at me with open mouths as I tearfully squatted down and continued to fill my diaper.
Once the music stopped, the entire amphitheater grew silent except for the sound of my grunts and moans, not to mention the occasional rip of gas exiting my tortured, defeated and diapered behind. After a few excruciating seconds of everything being so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, a barrage of laughter the likes of which I had never heard began to scream through the air. The entire audience, as well as most people on stage, began absolutely losing their minds at the sight of what I had just done. I opened my tear-stained eyes to see an ocean of little girls and their families pointing at me and laughing, many of which holding up cell phones to record my entire humiliating ordeal. Among the audience of howling attendees was Beth, who simply smiled and gave me a thumbs up upon making eye contact with her. A second wave of tears was now pouring down my face as I felt my legs go completely limp, sending my dirty bottom hurling downward towards the stage with a messy plop.
She had finally done it. Jenna had so thoroughly emasculated me that I would never be able to recover from this again. No matter where I went or what I did, I would forever be nothing more than the big sissified baby who messed himself and cried on stage in front of an entire crowd of people. I looked up at Roxy in a misguided search for comfort, only to see her holding her nose and laughing hysterically at what I had done. The warm, messy feeling underneath me was an ever present reminder that this was all real and actually happening. I would never be taken seriously as a man again.
After what felt like an eternity, I felt somebody slide one of their arms under my legs, using their other arm to support my back, and lift me up in an incredibly infantile and embarrassing manner. I cleared away my tear-stained eyes and instantly recognized that I was looking up at Jenna's smug, grinning face. I buried my head into my hands and cried some more, looking like a true infant as Jenna quickly carried my body off stage. "Awww, didn't quite make it, huh? Have fun with your diaper change, sissy", I heard Roxy's fading voice yell out to me as the commotion of the amphitheater began to slowly disappear further and further back into the distance.
Pretty soon I found myself being carried back behind the stage and into the ladies restroom. Jenna kicked the door open and casually began to lay me down on the ground, merrily humming to herself while she readied my changing supplies. "Why? Why did you do this to me?", I cried out in humiliated agony, tears gushing down my face as I continued to sob. "How could you do something so mean and embarrass me like that?"
Jenna chuckled, shaking her head as she reveled in just how absolutely pathetic and emasculated I looked before her. "Easy, Buttercup", she responded with a playful boop to my nose, "I did it because it was fun. Because I wanted you to finally learn what it really means to be my pathetic, adorable little baby doll. And make no mistake sissykins, that's exactly what you are now. Ever since we were kids, I've always wondered how far I could go if I really wanted to turn you into my very own personal little pet. To be honest, I thought I'd already taken things to the furthest extent possible the very first time I pulled those embarrassing pink pull ups up your little legs. Do you remember those, Buttercup? The cute widdle pwincess ones with cinderella? I bet you're missing those right now, aren't you little girl?"
She emphasized her point by reaching a hand down and jiggling the seat of my poopy pampers. I winced as the full, sloppy weight of my mess moved around and further squished against my bum. As she began to untape my diaper and begin my diaper change in earnest, Jenna continued her humiliating monologue about the current state of my existence. "I wouldn't be surprised if everyone you know stops talking to you after today. With how many people were in that audience, there's no way this won't end up on the internet for everyone to see. That's okay though, it's not like you ever had many real friends anyway. Besides, me and Beth will always love spending time with our favorite little girl, and Aunt Tess seems to be growing very fond of you too! Plus, between you and me, I heard a few rumors that our baby might be getting another wonderful member of the family to take care of her soon. I won't spoil who it is though, it's a surprise."
Within a matter of minutes, Jenna had cleaned me up with expert efficiency and was beginning to tape a new diaper onto my waist. Just as she was finishing, however, the bathroom door swung open and Beth ran inside to greet us with a huge, satisfied smile on her face. "Got your text about a crying baby", she said as she dug into her pocket and pulled out my pacifier, "Hope this helps!" She reached down and stuck the pacifier into my mouth, instantly muffling my cries as if my feelings didn’t matter and I really was just a petulant child crying about nothing. The two girls then helped me to my feet and began to bring me outside, where my stroller was waiting and ready. After setting me down into the stroller, Beth gave me a hug and congratulated me for successfully making a mess in my pants. "You did good Buttercup", she said with a giggle, "You really went the extra mile in convincing them that you're nothing but a stinky little diaper pooping baby! I'm very proud of you, cus! I'm sure this was a Prettiest Princess competition that no one will ever forget!" I hung my head in shame and began to suc-k on my pacifier for comfort, no longer caring how embarrassing or ridiculous I looked. After what I had been through, how could I?
Having missed the end of the competition due to my accident, we regretfully did not get to witness the results of the prettiest princess competition. Still, Jenna and Beth figured there was at least one more thing they wanted me to do before we left the zoo for good. Twenty minutes and a long line full of teasing children later, we would finally leave the gates of the zoo carrying a framed picture of me nesting comfortably on Princess Brittney's knee, dressed in my fairy wings with my bright pink diaper covers on full display, suc-king on my pacifier like the disgraced infant I was. By the time Aunt Tess' car pulled into the parking lot and it was finally time to leave, I had never been so utterly eager to leave a place in my life. Jenna opened the door to Aunt Tess' sedan and ushered me out of the stroller and into the car. However, what I saw as I climbed into the vehicle genuinely surprised me. "Do you like the new booster seat I bought for you, Buttercup? I found it this morning after I dropped you guys off", Aunt Tess gleefully said as she stared at my shocked expression in the rear-view mirror. Jenna walked up to the side of the car and looked at my new car seat, giggling to herself at the thought of forcing me into it.
"I think it's adorable Mom!", Jenna said to her mother, tapping the cushiony seat of my new infantile device with her finger in order to usher me down into it. I let out a defeated sigh and did as she wanted, lowering my diapered butt down and spreading my legs so she could fasten the straps and lock me in. Soon Jenna and Beth loaded themselves into the car and we headed back to their house, where I would find my final and worst surprise yet waiting for me.
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CuddleBunns, That was one enjoyable and messy Prettiest Princess competition. Poor Buttercup was put through her paces during her ordeal. Great chapter.
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The car ride home from the zoo only took about half an hour, but it felt like it lasted a million years. Having faced a lifetime of humiliation in only the span of a few hours, I seemed to be unable to do anything except stare out the window and zone out with a defeated, hypnotic expression. Jenna had taken it upon herself to hook her phone up to the aux cable and play some of Princess Brittney's original music, as if to prevent me from mentally escaping the constant flashbacks of what had just transpired. I continued to suc-k on my pacifier while the childish tunes raged on around me and gave a deep, depressing sigh. At this point I was too devoid of energy to show even a shred of resistance towards my impending fate.
Eventually I was broken from my trance by the sight of my home street, and I felt a wave of relief at the thought that at least I would soon get to change out of this embarrassing, infantile outfit and head back home. Only a few moments later however, a cold shiver began to slither down my spine as I noticed that we were not slowing down in front of my Aunt's driveway as I had expected, instead continuing on our course down the street. We were now heading the very same direction as...
My eyes began to violently widen. "No! You're not taking me home like this! My mom will kill me! Please!" I suddenly screamed out in terror as the sight of my painted white garage and my Mom's blue SUV popped directly into view. The three women laughed at my ineffectual, pitiful command.
"Oh baby, I assure you that your mother won't mind what we've done one bit", my aunt said to me with a confidently domineering gleam in her eyes, "and besides, she's known about your little double life as Buttercup pretty much this whole time. I've been sending her updates on your transformation from the very beginning. In fact, it's been very, very difficult for her to keep it a secret. The way she gushes about all the adorable pictures and videos I've sent her, I'm surprised she didn't spill the beans too early and spoil what's in store for you already."
The words hit my ear drums like a bullet, shattering a piece of my mind beyond repair. My mother knew. She knew this whole time. She'd seen every picture of me playing with dolls in pig tails and pink pullups. Every video of me dancing around Jenna's room to "I'm a little tea pot" in a cute little sailor suit. Every video of me sitting merrily with my toys in my playpen, forced by threat of blackmail to giggle along to the jovial tunes of Sesame Street and answer every question about the alphabet with glee. Every. Single. One. A pit was now beginning to open up in my stomach, and a very dark picture of my future was beginning to form in the recesses of my mind.
Taking obvious enjoyment at my shocked reaction, Aunt Tess and my two cousins were all giggles as they exited the car and opened the door closest to me. Jenna reached her hand into the car and unbuckled my seatbelt before grabbing my arm in an effort to usher me further towards my doom. Much to her annoyance, I wouldn't budge. "If you don't come with us, I will blister your bottom in the middle of the yard, right here in broad daylight", she barked with an extremely unamused tone. It was much different than the way she usually spoke to me, and I could tell she meant business.
"Bu...but...", I began to stutter incoherently while staring directly into her piercing hawk-like eyes. She raised one lone eyebrow at me, as if to ask me through subtle body language whether I really wanted to test her patience. I, of course, did not. Like the weak willed little sissy that I was, I let her drag me out of the car and grab tightly onto my hand, confident that even if I wanted to, I had zero chance of breaking away for an escape. "See?", she said to Aunt Tess and Beth with a smile as she pulled me even closer, "Who ever said that dumb little babies can't be smart?"
My legs were now shaking with the force of a magnitude 7 earthquake as I was led hand in hand directly up the length of the driveway and to the front door. My aunt rang the doorbell and happily hummed to herself while we waited there for what felt like an eternity. She seemed very entertained and was grinning wildly at the sight of me nervously looking over my shoulders, making sure there were no curious neighbors in sight. Much to my horror, a slight gust of wind came though at the exact moment I began to hear the door unlock, lifting my skirt up to reveal my plastic panties right as my mother caught her first real life glimpse of me and squealed.
"EEEEEEEEE!!! MY BABY!!! MY LITTLE DARLING BABY!!!", my mother instantly shrieked out in joy, taking in the sight of her adorable, limp wristed infant of a teenage son. Before I could even process an explanation, she had already practically pulled me inside and into her arms for the biggest motherly hug I had ever received, not wasting any time before excitedly beginning to smother my cheeks in a barrage of wet, embarrassingly sloppy kisses. She continued to rock me back and forth in her arms for some time, babbling and making baby talk to me while I struggled to breathe against the fully engulfing force of her large breasts.
While this was happening, my aunt and cousins decided to awkwardly make their way inside. "Hello Donna!", my aunt called out with a friendly wave, followed by a gesture inviting my mother in for a sisterly hug. My mother obliged, thankfully releasing me for just enough time that I could gasp and catch my breath. The two women embraced each other for a good few seconds before my aunt continued. "I take it you like what we've done with the baby then?"
"Like it?", my mother gushed excitedly in return, "I LOVE it! I never knew that my handsome little boy could make such a beautiful little girl! The outfit, the fairy wings, the soft fluffy diapers...it's all just...oh Pete!" My mother sounded like she was about to faint, turning around to wrap me into another overbearing hug. "You make such a wonderful baby princess, I'm so proud of you for having the courage to ask your cousins for help embracing this side of yourself! When Aunt Tess sent me the video of you in that adorable, fluffy cotton dress asking them to treat you like a prissy little toddler, I knew right then and there that this was the real you all along!"
I had no response to the insanity that was happening all around me. Somehow it had not dawned on me beforehand that every video my cousins had taken of me was staged to look like I was enjoying myself! My mother now genuinely believed that not only did I want to be a sissy baby, but that it was my idea in the first place. I whimpered coyly as I tried to think of a way out of this ever deepening sinkhole of a predicament. "It wasn't my idea though. They made me do it mom. They took embarrassing pictures of me and then threatened to use them as bla-", I tried to plead out to her but I was suddenly cut off by the sensation of my mother squeezing me tighter.
"Shh...it's alright honey, there's really no need to be embarrassed. None whatsoever. I've always known that you had a sissy side, and mommy wants you to know that everything is going to be okay from now on. If you honestly feel this much of a need to be a helpless, pants-wetting little baby princess for me, then I'm completely fine with it. Actually, I'm more than fine. In fact, I honestly think I might like you better this way", my mother replied lovingly, tenderly rubbing my back while she spoke. Suddenly Beth tapped her on the shoulder and presented her with an all too familiar item.
"Here you go Auntie Donna", said Beth, beaming with pride as she handed her the framed picture of me sitting like a helpless infant on Princess Brittney's lap, "We got you a present from our trip to the zoo."
My mother's face absolutely lit up with raw, unadulterated excitement as soon as she saw the embarrassing picture. It was almost a perfect replica of the picture from Beth's birthday party that my mother had kept on the refrigerator for years. She gave Beth a loving hug and thanked her and Jenna for everything they had done. "You girls are amazing. I'll never forget what an incredible job you two did with Buttercup. If you ever need anything, just let me know. I owe you two big time!"
Jenna gave my mother a smile of gratitude. "Thank you Aunt Donna, but it was no big deal, really", she replied politely, "Me and Beth have always loved playing with the little sissy. Having him back as our own personal baby dolly to dress up and dote over...it was actually really fun. It felt just like old times!"
Mother chuckled. "That's great to hear darling. Just remember now that occasionally you're going to have to share her with me. She is mommy's little girlie girl after all", she replied to Jenna with a wink, pinching my cheek playfully to emphasise the point that I was properly hers now. My cheeks started to flush red with total embarrassment at her casual manhandling of my body. Although she absolutely towered over me at six feet and two inches tall, my mom was almost never this handsy with me in the past. Seeing me regressed and sissified like this seemed to have genuinely shifted her views on what physical boundaries I would be allowed to have from here on out.
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A few more pleasantries were then exchanged before my mother properly invited the rest of us inside for tea. She seemed determined to treat me as much like a baby as possible on our trek down the hall to the living room, scooping me up into her arms and beginning to carry me before I even had a chance to protest. I told her I could walk just fine, and that it wasn't necessary, but she seemed to intentionally ignore my demands. Looking over her shoulder I could see the chuckling, highly amused faces of both Jenna and Beth, as well as Aunt Tess' wickedly indulgent smile. If I was already having doubts about my future, by now I was losing all hope of ever being seen as a man again.
Once we arrived in the living room, my mother told her guests to make themselves comfortable and watch the evening news while she heated up the kettle. I expected to be seated on the couch like everyone else was, but I was soon shocked to discover that my mom had other plans entirely. Walking me to the center of the room, I quickly felt the motion of her setting me down into what I now recognized as a tiny portable playpen; The kind usually occupied by actual infants. I didn't know whether I felt like a giant or whether I felt two feet tall as I stared out of the side netting and held onto my now very cramped legs for comfort. Mother looked down at my constantly adjusting posture and awwed. Whether it was out of sympathy or because she just found me cute, I'll never know for sure. "Sorry it's so cramped, darling baby", she cooed to me in a deliciously syrupy tone,"But the larger one I ordered doesn't come in until next week. Until then baby-waby has to sit in his old play pen from when he was a baby the first time!"
First time? New playpen? I gulped in anxiety as the puzzle pieces all started falling into place. I had no way of knowing for sure just yet, but by now I was almost certain that this babyish treatment of me was going to become a regular thing. I hoped to god it would not, but why else would she have a play pen just sitting there waiting for me?
My mother noticed the gears turning in my head and gave me a coc-ky, knowing look. Satisfied that we were all as comfortable as we could possibly be, she finally left us to begin preparing the tea. This meant I was alone in the living room with Jenna, Beth, Aunt Tess, and to my absolute shock and horror, a lone television playing the WKHB channel 13 evening news. My stomach sank to my feet as I stared dumbfounded at the television, watching two beautiful anchors comment on a story that seemed all too real for me. Front and center for the entire local tv market to witness at their leisure, they were now airing footage captured from the Princess in the Park event earlier that day. In particular, they were airing footage of me.
"Look mom, there she is!" Jenna yelled out in excitement, manically directing her mothers attention towards the tv set. The three of them turned their heads and gazed at the television like vultures, eager to watch me get humiliated on the air in front of thousands and thousands of people, a number much higher than the amount of spectators who were present at the event itself. For the next few long minutes, many laughs were had all around by the channel 13 news crew, who delighted in making "humorous" commentary over the embarrassing clip show of me making a fool of myself. They did not hesitate to show anything or skimp on the juicy details. Aunt Tess and my two cousins could not help but laugh hysterically at the onslaught of trips, falls, messes, and manhandlings that I had been through earlier that day.
"Whoa there, Buttercup. I didn't know you made a stinky in your diapers already!", Aunt Tess said to me between fits of shrieking laughter. "How did it feel to make big, yucky poopies like that in front of all those laughing people in the crowd? I'll bet it was warm and squishy, wasn't it? Maybe a bit embarrassing? Well, you'd get used to it baby, because I have the feeling that a certain little girl won't be seeing the toilet again for a very long time. Talk about being a stinky little baby!"
The three of them continued to tease and belittle me, howling with laughter for the duration of the news segment. Soon enough, however, my mother returned to the room with tea for all three of them. She handed them their cups and sat down in her favorite recliner, where the three of them got to talking. Their conversation lasted a while. Jenna and Beth delighted in telling my mother everything that had happened that day at the zoo, and even informed her of my mishaps at the princess in the park event. "You should have seen it", said Jenna as she finished describing the grand finale of my utter emasculation, "it was on the news and everything."
"Oh I already know about that", my mother giggled in response, "it's been all over twitter since it happened!" She reached for her phone and turned it around to show them a video. It had been taken from the front row next to the stage, and it was a short clip of me falling on top of the teddy bear and exposing my diapered and pantied bottom to the audience. The three of them began laughing once more, obviously not yet growing tired of seeing me embarrass myself.
After a little while had passed and they had all finished their tea, it was finally time for Jenna, Beth, and Aunt Tess to head back home. They all said their goodbyes to my mother before lining up to get one last look at me. Jenna got close to my play pen and opened up the bright pink diaper bag, which I honestly forgot she even had at this point, and reached into it only to fish out the stuffed elephant she had bought me earlier at the zoo. She placed it into my hands and leaned in for a goodbye kiss to my forehead. "See you around sissy! I'm sure you'll need a babysitter at some point, so you definitely won't be seeing the last of me", she said in a jovial tone as she took in one last look at the adorable, emasculated, and utterly broken frankenstein's monster of her own creation which I had become. "And take good care of Max for me", she added, "because you two will be spending lots of time together in your new crib. Oops, did I say that? I probably should have let you discover that part on your own, but oh well. Now that I'm leaving, a small part of me wants to be mean and say something like 'that's what you get for telling your friends I was dating you', but let's be honest with ourselves; You're such a sissy that there was no way you weren't going to eventually end up in diapers anyway. Goodnight Buttercup, enjoy your new life as a diapered little princess!"
She punctuated her goodbye by fishing out a new pacifier, this time a bright purple one that said "mommy's little girl" in a bright pink font, and sticking it into my mouth. If she was trying to silence me, she did a good job. I was utterly speechless, and couldn't form a coherent thought to save my life. The room span around me as I watched the three of them wave goodbye and exit through the front door, leaving me alone with my mother. Without skipping a beat, my mother looked at her watch and shook her head. "7pm already? That's way past baby's bedtime!", she said with an amused giggle, reaching down to pick me up effortlessly into her arms as if I weighed absolutely nothing to her. "Ready to see your new nursery, baby girl? Once I get you into your crib for the night, we can go over the rules of your new life with 'Mommy'. That's what I want you to call me now by the way, but we'll go over that later. This is so exciting! Finally I can have the baby girl I've always wanted!"
And with that I was carried up the stairs to where my new life awaited, all thanks to the fact that I had let myself become a helpless sissy plaything for everyone around me. A single tear shed from my eye as my mommy opened the door to my new nursery, forever sealing my fate as nothing more than a submissive pampered princess.
THE END
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Great finish ! But I hope there more , maybe showing his new life with his mommy ! I curious to know what his mommy plans for him ! And his new life as baby girl
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Thank you so much, pierrylouys. I have some plans to possibly write a follow up story, but it may be some time before I get around to it. It'll probably be something that takes place a few months later after he's been treated like a baby for a while and involve Buttercup's old classmates babysitting him. Lots of humiliating potential there I think haha. In the meantime though I have another story that I need to finish that I've sort of neglected and left in limbo for a while. I always appreciate feedback though and I'm very glad you enjoyed the story <3
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Happy to hear that ! Because I think this story need more hehehehe, what is story are working now ?
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I'm working on my finishing my other story on this site "A New Family Dynamic" at this point. I think I have a rough idea of how I want it to end now, thankfully. That was actually the first story I ever wrote, not just on this site but even in general, so until yesterday I'd never actually written an ending before. Hopefully it doesn't show too much haha. I'm always trying to improve my writing skills, so even though there's already some regrets I have with this story as far as things I could have done better (especially with things like pacing and sentence structure), it at least gave me some opportunities to test the waters and get re-acclimated to creating sissy fiction again. That being said, I am excited to jump back into this world at some point and really show how far down the sissification rabbit hole Buttercup can go.
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Happy to hear this ! And I loved your other story !
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yay hopefully she'll have lots of rattles and soft dolls to play with in her new playpen when it gets there :)