Author Topic: Most embarrassing moments (Read 50980 times)

DaraJaney · « **Reply #7 on:** November 08, 2010, 05:37:40 PM »

The next day his Mummy put him in a lemon dress with a white broderie anglaise pinafore over it. Of course, it came with matching bonnet and nappy cover. This bonnet had a wide lace brim and really restricted his vision to directly in front.

A play-pen was assembled in his room. Katey Hudson placed rattles and blocks into his pen. His mother led him in and closed the side. They took photos as he played with his baby toys.

Over the next couple of days they had more baby dresses for him to wear. He spent his time between the pen, cot and high-chair. Another day a rocking horse was produced and he was photographed sitting on it.

One afternoon his mum came in at the end of his nap. She smiled down on him. He was quite used to having his soother in all the time now and his dolly was clasped tightly to his chest. His nappied bottom stuck up beneath his pink nightie.

She woke him gently. He blinked and stretched and slowly turned over. She noticed that his nappy was wet. “Oh honey, did you wet yourself during your nap?” He looked down in surprise. He could just about remember half waking and deciding not to bother waking up fully but just wetting himself and nodding off again. He was mortified. “It’s alright honey, don’t worry, it’s perfectly natural”, she chirped happily.

He wet himself just before bed time and she changed him. He complicitly raised his bottom for her to slide his nappy under. She pulled it up around his bottom. He noticed something different. “Hhhmmpppffff?” “It’s a thicker nappy honey. So you can wet yourself when you’re asleep and I don’t have to get up and change you in the middle of the night.”

“Nnnnggghhhh!” he complained. She pulled his plastic pants up over his thicker nappy. She put his nightie on and sat him up in the high-chair. She produced his bed-time bottle. He frowned and tried to resist it. It was sure to make him wet himself during the night. “Don’t be silly dear, you’ll be in your cot for nearly 12 hours, you have to have a big drink.” She pushed the teat in and held it firmly. He reluctantly started suc-king.

She put him in his cot and locked the side in place. “We won’t be needing this”, she said taking away the baby monitor. “Sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He sat slouched in his cot. He knew he would wet his nappy in a few hours but was going to have to stay in the nappy until morning. He lay down and eventually fell asleep.

He woke early in the morning. His nappy was a little wet. He had obviously wet it in his sleep and the thicker nappy had worked up to a point.

In the morning, his mother came in all chirpy and made light of his wet nappy. She changed him into another thick nappy. When he groaned she told him that she might as well keep him in the thicker nappy all the time now. That way, she wouldn’t have to change him on every wetting.

She put him in his original pink baby dress and, after his morning bottle and rusks, put him in his pen. There was no sign of any new torment for him today. He wondered why he still had to stay in the nappies, baby dress and play-pen so. He supposed that she would have another outfit for him the next day.

But he was dressed in his lilac dress the next day and had another uneventful day of bottles, feeds, naps, nappy changes and playing with his blocks and rattles.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #8 on:** November 11, 2010, 03:59:30 PM »

When he was dressed in his lemon dress the following day he had to question what was going on . “Hhmmmppfff?” His mother looked at him but had no idea what was wrong. He looked down at his frilly dress and shook the bars of his pen. He was unused to speaking now and kept his soother in. She shrugged and went to leave.

He spat out the soother. “Mum, why am I still dressed like a baby?” She looked at him as if it was a strange question. “Because you need your nappies now honey.” He was taken aback. “What?” She came over to the pen. She patted his thick nappy. “Yes, you wet yourself in your sleep now and I don’t think you can control your toilet when awake either since you are so used to your nappies.”

“But …” he was non-plussed. “And we have all the baby dresses you need now and your very own play pen, cot, high-chair and rocking horse.” “You don’t mean you’re going to keep me like this!” “Of course honey. You have everything you need here.” She pushed his soother in. “Now hush and play with your rattles like a good baby.” He went to spit out his soother but she held it there. “Now don’t be bold or you won’t get your nappy changed next time you soil it.”

He sat there looking up in shock from behind his soother. He looked at his baby dresses hanging on the rail. He looked around at his complete set of nursery furniture. “Mmmppffffhhh!” he groaned shaking the bars of his pen. His mother smiled at him and left the room. She could hear a little tantrum from the pen but it gradually died down.

After a little while she went in. He was clutching his dolly and suc-king hard on his soother. He sniffled. He looked up at her with red eyes. He grabbed the bars as best he could with his mittens and shook them again. “Don’t be silly dear”, his mother said.

Later on Millie visited. He was playing with his rattles but resumed shaking the bars of his pen and looking up at her plaintively in the hope of some reprieve. She was amused by this. “Can you give me a hand Millie?” his mother asked her. “I just need to put all his old clothes into these plastic bags and maybe you’d bring them to the charity shop.”

“Mmmmfffffnnnnggghhh!” Kevin clung to the bars as they removed all his clothes from the wardrobe and drawers and stuffed them into plastic bags. “He won’t need these anymore”, his mother explained. Millie spread his baby dresses out in the otherwise empty wardrobe. She arranged his frilly panties, tights, bonnets etc. in the drawers that used to contain his boxers, socks and shirts.

She smiled at the red-faced boy in his pen as she tied the bags. There were further desperate whimpers from the pen as she moved towards the door. She looked back at Kevin with a broad smile as he watched his old clothes disappear. His mother walked towards him. “That’s that then.” Kevin flopped back on his thickly nappied bottom. His petticoats billowed around him. He started shuddering as he burst into tears. Even vigorous suc-king on his soother did no good.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #9 on:** November 15, 2010, 03:43:54 PM »

A few days later he heard his Mummy agree with Millie that she would babysit him that evening. Kevin thought Millie was quite cute and when he thought of lying in front of her naked if she had to change his nappy, he started to get an erection.

He was in his cot at the end of his nap. He tried to massage his erection but he could barely feel himself under the thick nappy, plastic pants, tights and thickly frilled panties. He rolled onto his stomach but was still frustrated at his inability to get to a climax.

Later he wet himself and his mum changed his nappy. He lay back suc-king on his soother as she powdered him. He waited for the clean nappy. But instead she was fiddling around his groin. She pulled a hard plastic ring up behind his testicles. “Mmmpppffff?” Then she fitted a plastic tube over his pen-is, connected it to the ring and locked the apparatus in place.

She pinned on his nappy while he wondered what was up. She reminded him that Mille would be babysitting him later and told him he was to be good if she had to change his nappy. His pen-is started swelling at the thought but it pressed against the plastic tube. He frowned as he was prevented from getting any pleasure from the thoughts swirling in his head.

When Millie arrived and his mother left he was sitting in his cot. Millie smiled down at him. He grimaced. His pen-is was pressing desperately against the tube and he could feel nothing.

Later he wet his nappy and Millie phoned two of her friends to come over to see him being changed. They were both girls from the dressing room. They were thrilled to see his encased tackle when they removed his nappy. They could see his pen-is desperately pressing against its restrictive tube. They laughed at seeing their tormentor so properly neutralised.

Millie pinned his clean nappy on his bottom, pulled up his plastic pants, his wool-knit tights and his thick frilly panties. She rubbed her hand up and down the front of his panties. “I think we’ve nothing to worry about here anymore girls have we?” Kevin’s pen-is was desperately trying to enlarge but here was a girl rubbing the front of his groin area and he could feel absolutely no pleasure. All he could feel was the thickness of his nappy spreading his legs apart and the rubber teat of his soother in his mouth. He was just a helpless little baby girl. The girls all tittered at the sight of him and the thought of where his misdemeanour had brought him.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #10 on:** November 18, 2010, 04:59:04 PM »

“Shall we recreate some memories for you honey?” one of the girls asked. “Like when you put your camera in our dressing room.” She started to take off her top slowly. Kevin frowned. The other girls all laughed and started to undress too. Kevin squirmed as his pen-is struggled against the chastity device. He closed his eyes but couldn’t fight off the seductive images of the girls undressing. He could feel absolutely no pleasure and only the pain of his pen-is trying to squeeze through the tiny pee hole.

Millie came to give him a bottle. She was down to her bra and the combination of his suc-king on the teat and her breasts looming in his face had predictable effects. But he felt so miserable getting no sexual pleasure from it whatsoever. The girls put on music and spent the evening dancing around him in their underwear. When he was finally put in his cot the strain of his testicles was unbearable. But lying down and closing his eyes only brought back the images of the girls and he squirmed around in his babygro.

One day his Mummy pushed a large stroller into his nursery. “You must hate being cooped up in here all the time”, she said. “It’s about time I got you out into the fresh air.” She pushed the stroller over to the glass doors to the back garden. Kevin was somewhat relieved. Initially he thought that she must want to bring him out in public.

She let him out of his play-pen and he sat into the stroller. She pulled straps over his arms and up between his legs and they all snapped together in front of his chest. She pulled the straps tight on him.

She pushed the stroller into the garden. The sun was very bright. “Just as well you have your biggest bonnet on”, she observed. She pushed the stroller around the side of the house and headed for the side gate. “Mmmnnnggghhhhh!” Kevin protested. It looked like she wanted to take him out in public after all.

She stopped the stroller in front of the gate and went to open it. Kevin struggled against the straps but he was firmly held in the stroller. “MMNNNFFFHHHH!” His Mummy ignored his protests and opened the gate. She pushed him out. He dragged his feet down onto the ground to try to stop. “Now, now”, she scolded him.

She moved around to the front of the stroller. “I had hoped I wouldn’t have to do this”, she said crossly. She grabbed his ankle and pulled his left foot back onto the footrest. She pulled a flap around his ankle and strapped it to the frame. He tried to resist when she went for his right foot but she similarly strapped it up.

He was now safely secured to the stroller and there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent her pushing him out onto the street in front of everyone. “M-huh, m-huh, m-huh” he blubbered into his soother.

She pushed him out the gate, left him there and went back to close the gate. Two ladies passed by the front of the house. Kevin sat there frozen in terror, strapped into the stroller in his pink frilly baby dress with matching bonnet and panties, his pink tights and booties, suc-king on his soother. He peed in his nappy as he waited for the ladies to see him. But miraculously they didn’t even notice him and passed by.

He breathed a sigh of relief but looked down at his now wet nappy. “Oooh-ey!” his mother called after the women. Kevin cringed. They turned around. Their mouths fell open when they saw Kevin being pushed towards them in his stroller. He could do nothing but sit there.

“Oh isn’t he so pretty in his pink frilly dress!” “Gosh, his nappy must be so thick!” “Well he does wet himself a lot”, his mother explained. “Oh he’s so cute suc-king on his dummy!” Kevin supposed that he could spit his soother out but he really wanted to suc-k on it, he was so upset.

“I hear that you’ve taken care of his problem”, one of the women said, raising her eyebrows knowingly. “You sure have!” the other said looking down at his thick nappy under his panties and tights and thinking of the chastity device that rendered him completely harmless. “Let’s take a stroll in the park”, his Mummy suggested and they all headed off.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #11 on:** November 21, 2010, 07:03:54 PM »

A crocodile of Montessori school kids was also heading for the park. When they saw the big baby, there was nothing their teacher could do to stop them breaking ranks and surrounding Kevin.

His mother stood there proudly answering all their questions. “Yes he does use his nappy. He can’t do without it, can you honey?” “I suppose it is a bit warm today for thick tights but he looks so pretty in them.”

“Let’s go over to the duck pond”, his mother suggested. “One of you can give him his next bottle.” The girls in the group all yelled “Me! Me! Can I feed him please?”

She placed his stroller by the pond and locked the wheels. A little girl removed his soother with a pop and pushed in the teat of his bottle. He started suc-king instinctively and they all laughed. The girls took it in turns to hold his bottle up and he had no choice but to finish it all.

Even despite his horrific predicament, with a full belly and feeling swelteringly warm under his petticoats, tights and thick nappy, he nodded off to sleep. He had no idea how long he was out but his nappy was heavy with pee and going cold when he woke.

He wriggled as much as his restraints would allow him in the stroller. With his ankles still strapped to the frame, his splayed legs gave everyone a perfect view of his nappy area. “Oh look, there’s a damp patch on his tights” a little girl observed. “Oh dear, his nappy is leaking”, his mother confirmed. “He must have wet himself several times”, she announced. “We had better get him home to change his nappy.”

She swung the stroller around for home and several girls skipped after them. “Can we watch?” “Of course you can”, his mother confirmed.

A few minutes later he was face down on the changing table. His mother was sprinkling powder on his bottom. He faced a circle of little girls all smiling at him as he suc-ked on his soother. Then he was lying back pinned into a clean nappy with his legs in the air as his mother painstakingly ensured that his plastic panties covered his nappy properly. One of the little girls eagerly held a pair of clean pink tights ready for him.

DaraJaney · « **Reply #12 on:** November 25, 2010, 04:48:08 PM »

A week later school was starting up again after the summer. Kevin was in his high-chair being fed his morning rusks and could hear his former schoolmates chatting as they walked down the road. He presumed that there was going to be no school for him. He was strapped into the high-chair in a peach baby dress his mother had just put him in. At least, he presumed that he would not be going to school like that.

He never thought that he would want so much to be returning to school in his black blazer and grey trousers. Trousers! What he would give to wear trousers – just for a few minutes. He stuck his legs out in front and looked glumly at his gleaming white tights.

There was laughter from the street. He looked longingly towards the front window. “Would you like to see all your friends?” He looked warily at his Mummy. What did she mean?

She started to wheel his high-chair towards the front door. He wriggled desperately against his straps. “Nnnnngggghhhh!” But she opened the front door and wheeled him out. “There’s the big baby” someone shouted and suddenly there were a dozen children running over towards him.

Kevin kicked his legs in frustration but that just made them laugh more. He didn’t even realise that he was still clinging to a dolly and the soother was a fairly permanent feature in his mouth.

He was left sitting there in front of the house for thirty minutes while every child who passed made fun of his baby dress, nappy, bonnet, tights or high-chair. He was in floods of tears through the whole thing and continued to squirm against his restraints. Never before was he so relieved to return to the safety and privacy of his play-pen.

One day Millie was feeding him his bottle and looking around his nursery. “We really should decorate his nursery properly”, she suggested. The girls picked out My Little Pony wallpaper and lacey curtains. They spent a lot of time scraping off all the old wallpaper and replacing it with the new.

When that was done, his Mummy hung several poster size photos of him in his baby dresses around the wall. Where ever he looked his own image stared out from beneath a frilly bonnet.

Shortly after that his Mummy showed him that she’d had his old bedroom converted into an office for herself. His bed was gone, the wardrobes had been replaced with a desk and computer. The room had been transformed and he was clearly not going to get out of his nursery soon.

He noticed a cardboard box of junk left by the front door to be left out for the waste removal. A photo album marked “Kevin’s photos” had been tossed into the box. It had fallen open at some photos of him at the zoo in his best Sunday clothes around the age of eight. That album contained his baby photos (the original baby photos that is!) and everything up to about last year. She was throwing it out.

He had previously wondered if he would ever wear trousers again and now wondered if he would ever even see a photo of himself in trousers again.

Then his Mummy had a concrete ramp built up to the front door so that she could wheel him out in his stroller. With that the house had been completely converted to accommodate his indefinitely long period as a sissy baby girl.