Baby For a Day

[Baby Bobby]

Ten year-old Davey fidgeted nervously as he held his mother's hand. They were walking up to his mom's friend's house, although Davey was doing more waddling than walking, due to the fat, bulky diapers he was wearing today underneath his thin, clinging shorts. His plastic panties crinkled loudly, announcing to anyone within earshot of his diapered condition although his shorts certainly did nothing to help hide them--the shiny vinyl of his waterproof panties could clearly be seen peeking out of the waistband and his t-shirt just wasn't long enough to conceal it.

They were attending a meeting of mothers and their children who were chronic bedwetters like Davey, for the purpose of exchanging ideas and sharing solutions.

As Mrs. Rosen rang the doorbell, Davey bit his lip anxiously. The breeze felt particularly cool on his bare legs and he clung on desperately to the vain hope that he'd be able to keep his humiliating diapers a secret from the others present.

When the front door opened, Mrs. Rosen made her greetings and they were ushered into the large suburban home. Davey's cheeks buzzed with embarrassment as they were led into the living room where about a half dozen women were seated. Each of them had a small boy next to them who, to all appearances, looked to be from about four to seven years old.

It appeared they were the last to arrive and she led her shame-faced boy into the center of the seated group, making introductions to those around her. As far as he could tell, Davey was the only one that was so obviously diapered and it was made worse by the fact that he was apparently the oldest of the group. All eyes seemed to be taking in the huge bulge around his hips and he cringed at what they were probably thinking about him.

Turning to him, his mom faced her squirming son who was clearly mortified to be a part of this meeting.

"Davey--did you wet yourself?" his mom asked him bluntly in front of everyone.

The quivering youth shook his head vehemently, his cheeks blushing brightly.

Apparently not believing him, his mom tugged his flimsy shorts down past his knees, exposing his shiny, bulging pampers for all to see. Davey gasped with shame and he stared stone-faced at the floor as his mom took him by the arm and physically turned him around to face the other guests. They all smiled back at him as his mother's other hand gave his round, diapered bottom a firm squeeze to check him.

"Just as I suspected--you are wet," she announced, "Ladies--do you mind if I change him before we begin?"

Everyone nodded while a couple of the younger mothers giggled with amusement.

Davey's cheeks were blazing red and he waved his hands in protest.

"No, Mom--please!"

Completely ignoring his angst, Mrs. Rosen set down her diaper bag and began pulling out the supplies she needed. First was a large nursery print changing pad that she carefully arranged on the floor in front of everyone. She then laid out three thick cotton diapers, one on top of each other before she began tugging the fidgeting boy's clinging plastic panties down his legs.

To be sure, Davey was the center of everyone's attention and they collectively smiled at him as his mom patiently removed his waterproof panties, revealing his sagging, pee-soaked diapers. Unpinning them, she tucked them and his damp plastic panties into a vinyl bag, leaving the boy squirming with shame as he modestly covered his tiny, shriveled package.

Mrs. Rosen sat her cringing son onto the fluffy stack of waiting diapers as he bit his lip in abject embarrassment. Grasping his ankles together, she pulled them up over his head as her free hand slowly and lovingly smeared a thick coating of Desitin across his bashful cheeks. Davey squealed with shame at this profoundly humiliating ritual, being done before the watchful eyes of not just the half dozen mothers but their curious young boys as well. Mrs. Rosen seemed to be in no particular hurry and Davey winced as he saw everyone gazing down at him. His miniscule pen-is had timidly shriveled to it's usual one inch length, making him look even more like a toddler.

Setting him back down, she gently moved his hands aside as she powdered him generously, filling the air around him with the fresh, babyish scent. Davey whimpered weakly as his mom tucked his tiny little powder-coated pen-is back between his thighs and pulled the bulky soft cloth up between his legs, pinning them snugly around his slim hips. His cheeks reddened deeper as he gazed down on the pink, bunny-headed safety pins his mom used to secure his diapers with.

"I know this is embarrassing, Davey, but this is what happens to little boys who can't control their wetting," she explained to her blushing son.
He was mortified to think that he was easily the oldest child there and still in need of daytime diapers.

Standing him up before everyone, she positioned a colorful pair of yellow nursery print plastic panties at his feet. Wordlessly, Davey obediently put one foot and then the other through the holes as she slowly began drawing them up his hairless legs. Everyone watched in amused silence as he held onto his mommy for support while she worked the waterproof panties around his hips and the thick, bulging cotton, tucking it all in carefully.
Once she was finished, she smiled down on him and gently patted the red-faced boy's diapered bottom before taking a seat and situating him across her lap. Pulling a baby bottle of warm milk from her diaper bag, she positioned it before Davey's trembling lips.

"Here you are Sweetie, drink your milk while we have our meeting."

Davey squirmed on her lap, his cheeks blazing red, wishing she would put his shorts back on but it appeared she had no intention of doing so.

"Looks like your little boy is a heavy wetter," one of the mothers said with a smile as she looked him up and down closely.

"Yes, especially at night. Davey rarely wakes up without a completely soaked diaper anymore. I brought his crib back out of storage because it's the only bed with a waterproof mattress cover."

"Oh, how special for you," the young mother next to them said as she gently placed her hand on Davey's bare thigh.

"And then this week, Davey wet his pants twice during the day, so I've decided he needs to be diapered full time for the foreseeable future," Mrs. Rosen explained as she kept the bottle's rubber nipple firmly lodged in his mouth.

"I think that's very sensible," another mom remarked, "My little boy sometimes wets himself when he gets scared, so I've put him in diapers during the day as well."
The little boy next to her blushed furiously as his mom gently patted the puffy, well-padded front of his pants.

"When my little Johnny wets the bed, he gets his bottom paddled in the morning and then diapers for the rest of the day," one of the other mothers commented sternly.

"I'm pretty good with a sewing machine and my boy wears a number of tops I've customized for him...one of them says 'Mommy's Little Bedwetter' across the front," said another with a smile.
Sure enough, her little boy was presently wearing a similar top that said 'I Love My Diapers' across the chest.

"How many of you have a bedwetting chart set up in your little one's bedroom to track his wet nights?" one of them asked.
All but one of the mothers raised their hand.

"I think the use of humiliation as a learning tool can't be overstated enough," Davey's mom said as she watched the last bit of warm milk disappear from his bottle. Pulling it away from him, she quickly replaced it with a pink rubber pacifier. Davey was forced to sit on her lap, his fat, embarrassing diapers in view of everyone as he nursed silently on the pacifier filling his mouth like a baby.

"I couldn't agree more," Timmy's mother said, "I usually don't wash his plastic panties to make sure they retain the smell of his pee. It serves as a constant and humiliating reminder of his bedwetting."
Turning to Davey's mother, she continued;
"Excuse me, Mrs. Rosen--"

"--Oh, call me Dorothy, please," Davey's mom replied.

"Dorothy--my name is Marissa," she smiled, "If you don't mind my saying...it seems like your little boy is a bit of a sissy, don't you think?"

"Oh yes--very much so," she concurred, "Davey has an effeminate side to him and he loves soft things--which is why I always use lots of fabric softener on his diapers--it makes them so bunny soft--isn't that right, Daveykins?" she beamed at her blushing boy while gently rubbing the fat front of his pampers.

Her son blushed again and looked away wishing he could be anywhere else but here. He felt particularly intimidated by this shapely, beautiful brunette looking him up and down.

"You know," the lady continued, "I have a complete nursery set up at home. If you'd like, I'd be happy to babysit him some time and introduce him to some fun activities. He could be my cute little toddler for the day."

"Well I think that's a wonderful idea," Mrs. Rosen exclaimed.

"And if you don't mind, we'll start things off with a nice, soapy enema, just to make sure he doesn't have any issues with his diapers while he's there," she suggested.

"I'm sure that would do him a world of good," Mrs. Rosen agreed as she nodded her head vigorously, "You know, I should get one of those to use on him back at home."

"For little boys without much self control--they can be very helpful," she replied.

Davey didn't like the idea of spending the day as a diapered toddler and he squirmed on his mom's lap, a look of angst on his cherubic face.

"I have some errands to run tomorrow--would you mind watching him for the day?"

"I'd love to. Davey, looks like you're going to be my special little baby tomorrow--what do you think of that?" she asked enthusiastically.

Davey pouted but could say little with the pacifier in his mouth.

"Then it's a date!" Mrs. Rosen exclaimed happily.



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[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you  for the new story that you have added to the site.  I like where you have left it off with wee Davey having to look forward to being babysat.....giggles. 
Hope we look forward to the little sissy in girly outfits

[patticakes]

I am excited to see a new story from one of my favorite writers on this site.  Since he features humiliation in many of his stories, I am looking forward to seeing where this one goes.  From the opening section, I can see where we are in for a very stimulating, entertaining story.

[Baby Bobby]

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Mrs. Rosen dropped off Davey at nine the next morning. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sneakers but she had left his fat, embarrassing diapers exposed, reasoning that his shorts would just get in the way of the day's fun.
When the front door opened, Davey caught his breath as he tried not to stare at Marissa's very impressive big breasts, which seemed barely contained in the snug pink blouse she was wearing. Bending down to greet him, she gave him an eye-popping view down her top at her yawning cleavage.

"Well hello, Davey," she beamed at him, "I'm very much looking forward to spending some time with you today."

Davey blushed hotly and mumbled something incoherent under his breath as he shifted his feet nervously. He was mortified to be outside with his big diapers so obviously exposed and it was even worse for him that this woman seemed to take it as normal wear for him.

After saying their goodbyes, Marissa led an anxious Davey into the house and into a spacious living room where he spied another boy, perhaps eight years-old, that was sitting in a playpen surrounded by some toys, dressed in a baby blue romper and also well diapered.

"Davey, this is my sissy son Timmy--Timmy--meet Davey."

"Hi," the boy said with a wave of his little hand.

"Um, hi," Davey replied.

"Davey, in this house, little boys in diapers don't walk--they crawl," she said as she gently pushed him to his knees.

Davey was confused but he did as he was told.

"Now, the first thing we need to do is get you into a proper outfit," she said as she looked down at him.

"Wha-what's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" he asked. After all, it was bad enough that his embarrassing diapers were on full display.

"I have something much better in mind," she said with a knowing smile as he led him down the hall. Davey felt a bit foolish as he crawled like an infant after her, turning the first corner into what appeared was a baby's nursery.

"This is Timmy's room, but today, we're going to use it to transform you into my precious little baby girl," she said enthusiastically.

"B-but I don't want that," Davey pouted miserably.

Ignoring his protests, Marissa swiftly removed his Spiderman t-shirt and tossed it aside. Draped over the rail of the crib, was a delicate white baby dress with pink lace accents. It flared out widely with it's short hem and had layers of petticoat underneath to give it shape.

"Raise your arms," she told him tersely.

He did as he was told and the frilly garment was dropped down over him, embracing him with it's soft, feminine style.

"Oh yes--that's much more appropriate on you," she said with approval as she moved behind him to button up the back.

Davey squirmed anxiously and he tugged desperately at the short hem, wishing somehow he could cover up his humiliating diapers with it.
Sitting him down on the edge of the crib mattress, Marissa quickly removed his sneakers and socks and after a brief trip to the pink dresser nearby, she returned with some frilly white anklets and glossy Mary Janes. These were soon put on his feet, completing his babyish look.

"There. Oh my, don't you look scrumptious!" she said eagerly, "Take a look at yourself in the mirror, Davey."

Standing him up, she led the diapered pantywaist to the full length mirror on the opposite wall. The sissy boy cringed as he stared at the cute, doe-eyed baby girl gazing back at him.

"Now, as I told your mommy, all bedwetters at my house get a nice, soapy enema to start their day with," she explained cheerfully as she led him over to the only chair in the room. It was only then, that he saw the big, bulging red rubber bag hanging on the stand, soapy suds across it's sides and a long slender hose leading downwards.

"Wha-what's that?" he quailed, becoming very nervous.

"Don't worry honey," she assured him as she took a seat, "Timmy gets one everyday--you'll be just fine."

Davey wasn't so sure and he bit his lip and shook his head.

"But I don't want that," he repeated himself in his whiny voice.

"Now Davey, I'll tell you this just once. You are to do as your told, or I'll take you over my lap and paddle your little bottom--is that what you want?" she said sternly.

Davey shook his head as his eyes misted with tears--his mom had never spanked him.

"This will make sure you're all squeaky clean--inside and out," she said smiling again as she began tugging his lilac plastic panties down off his fat diaper.

"N-no...no..." he whimpered weakly as she eased him over her lap and began unpinning the thick cotton cloth of his diapers.

"There...that's a good sissy. Today you're going to get your very first enema but I can assure you, it won't be the last," she chuckled as she pulled the soft Birdseye cloth back between his thighs and spread his youthful cheeks with her hand. Taking the lubricated enema nozzle, she gently probed at Davey's puckering hole.

"No--no!" he said more urgently as he squirmed on her lap.

With experienced ease, Marissa soon found the proper angle and the slim nozzle easily slid past his defeated sphincter and deep inside his back passage. Davey moaned weakly.

"Just what mommy's little sissy needs," she declared as she opened up the clip, releasing a powerful torrent of warm, soapy water into the squirming boy's bowels. He squealed helplessly at the warm liquid invasion, his Mary Jane-clad feet kicking helplessly.

"Oh! Oh!" he cried, completely unable to stop the flow. He shook his fists helplessly as a tear of shame and frustration tumbled down his cheek.

"I-I want my mommy," he bleated.

Marissa gently patted him on his cute rump as she patiently worked the clip, ensuring he got a very thorough, purging enema.

"Your mommy has told me you can count on getting enemas at home now too," she replied with a smug smile.

Several times, Davey tried to get up, only to have her hold him firmly in place and deliver another strong, soapy torrent of warm water deep into his bowels.

"There you go baby girl," she said with immense satisfaction.

Even after the last soapy suds drained out of the rubber bag and into the sissy's rectum, she held the nozzle in place, just to make sure he got every single drop. Davey was moaning and whimpering, unaccustomed to these strange feelings and the cramping in his belly.

At last, she removed the nozzle and gently raised him to his feet, leading him down the hallway to the bathroom.

"You come right back to the nursery when you've finished releasing that, Davey," she told him. "You can't be trusted without your diapers on."

Twenty minutes later, a sheepish, defeated sissy returned but with his pampers now having been removed, he held his hands over his little genitals to try and hide them. Marissa was waiting patiently and a nice, fluffy stack of soft diapers had been laid out for him on the changing table. She took his hand and helped him get arranged on the thick cotton cloth.

He soon found his Mary Janes being held above his head in her hand as her other one smeared a thick, sticky coating of Desitin across his curvy cheeks, the ruffled dress gathered around his chest.

"Mommy's little baby needs a big thirsty diaper for all the wetting she does," she said with a broad grin on her pretty face.

Davey blushed with embarrassment as she lowered his legs, gently spreading them apart.

"But first--I have a very special device that all bedwetting sissies need," she told him as she retrieved a couple of small pink plastic pieces Davey couldn't identify. One was an irregular ring that Marissa pulled his little package through until it was positioned behind his sack. Taking a dab of baby lotion, she rubbed it over his tiny, quivering pen-is which she fed into a short, stubby tube that she then mated with the ring. A long key was inserted into the side of the device, locking it securely.

"There," she said, obviously pleased, "All safe and secure now."

Davey shook his fists impotently as she began powdering him generously, the familiar scent filling his nostrils. He didn't like the idea of his little pen-is being locked up and inaccessible to him. As he approached puberty, he had become  increasingly fond of playing with his wiener and this device would clearly make that impossible.

Despite his humiliation, he couldn't help but gaze at Marissa's big, curvy breasts, so close to him now with her smooth, silky skin revealed by the low cut blouse. Nevertheless, he was too ashamed by this whole infantile experience to react physically to the sight but even if he could--the chastity device was compressing his little nub now and it made sure no sort of erection would be possible.
All he could do was whimper helplessly as this beautiful stranger pulled the soft, fluffy cloth up between his thighs and pinned it snugly closed on either side.
Taking a delicate pair of shimmery white and pink rumba panties that she had picked out earlier, Marissa carefully positioned them at his feet. They had three, big playful ruffles across the seat and fancy pink lace around the leg holes.

"Aren't these the cutest thing?" she asked the blushing boy, "Just perfect for a sissy in diapers.
"But don't worry, they have a practical vinyl layer inside for when you wet yourself today."

Davey's cheeks reddened deeper at the realization that she had so little confidence in his ability to control himself.
Tugging the frilly panties up his girlish legs, she worked them over the fat bulk of his diapers until all of the soft Birdseye cloth was contained inside.

As she stood him on his feet, Marissa noticed the focus of Davey's stare on her bosom again.

"So...you like big breasts, do you?" she said as she turned him to face her.

Davey shook his head emphatically and he blushed again hotly, cursing himself inwardly for getting caught red-handed.

"Well since you like staring at my breasts so much, maybe we need to give you a better look, hm?"

"Oh no--I was just--I mean--" he stammered nervously.

Taking him by the hand, she led him over to the crib, where she took a seat and then laid the trembling boy down across her lap. Davey was forced to look up and over the massive curves of her chest to see her smiling face looking down upon him.

"I think you need the full baby experience today," she said as she slowly and provocatively began unbuttoning her blouse further, "and I'm going to make sure you get it."
Blushing furiously, Davey whined and tried to look away but her other arm scooped behind his head and positioned it before her right breast. She undid three more buttons until her plump, milk-laden breast was inches before him, held bravely by her straining bra.

Davey didn't know what to do--he'd never been in the presence of such a sexy woman and he felt completely overwhelmed. Her big, curvy breast was within kissing distance before his nose, contained in the satiny smooth cup of her exciting silk bra. Slowly, she teasingly undid the clasp between the two huge cups and she pulled her right mammary out, positioning it before Davey's wide-eyed face.

"Time to nurse like the big baby you've been acting like, Daveykins," she said with a mischievous grin.

The squirming sissy tried to back away but his head was locked in place by her lithe arm.

"No--no--no--," he wailed.

With his mouth opened in protest, she quickly rewarded him with her dripping, firm nipple, filling his mouth and stifling his cries. His movements only served to encourage a steady flow of warm mother's milk into his mouth, and he mewled helplessly.

"Thaaat's it..." she coaxed him, "That's a good little baby...Nurse from mommy like a good little girl...that's it."

Davey felt completely and totally emasculated, like a diapered little toddler girl and not at all like the big, ten year-old boy that he was in reality. As he submissively nursed from her big breast, his hand idly fingered the soft, delicate lace around the legs of his rumba panties, reminding him further of his toddler girl status.

After about ten minutes, Marissa switched him to her other breast, and although Davey tried to protest, he soon found his lips wrapped around another firm nipple. He stopped squirming when Marissa began gently stroking the soft, pillowy front of his diapers. Davey's little pen-is tried desperately to grow but it could only strain in futility within the hard, unforgiving plastic tube of his chastity device. Sensing his arousal, she continued to pleasure him, gently stroking the soft, cushiony front of his diapers and teasing him mercilessly.
Davey remained frustratingly horny while he nursed like a baby.

Finally, she pulled her milky nipple from his mouth and replaced her breast in the cup of her bra.

"What a good little girl you are," she commended him as she got up from the crib, "Let's go out to the kitchen now, where I have baby's breakfast waiting."

Davey crawled along the floor behind her, his tiny pen-is still throbbing with unrequited frustration inside his diapers.
Marissa stopped in the living room long enough to check Timmy, after which she announced he was wet, but that he could wait until after her feeding of Davey.

As he crawled into the kitchen, Davey spied a larger than usual highchair painted in a glossy pink, and Marissa soon lifted him up into it, securing a strap around his waist that pulled his dress up and away from his big diapers. She then slid a big plastic tray that clicked close on the sides of the high chair. Now Davey was truly locked in!

Taking a vinyl covered bib with a design of playing bunnies on it, Marissa tied it around Davey's neck. Then she emptied several jars of baby food into a plastic divided serving plate and brought it over to her captive sissy.

"This is how your mommy should be treating you at home, Davey," Marissa said as she spooned a heaping serving of something green and brought it up to his pursed lips.

"Uh-uh," he said shaking his head.

"Open up, baby girl," she said with a smug smile as she pinched his nose and waited.

Davey gasped for breath and was quickly rewarded with a mouthful of bland but revolting baby food.

"AWPHKK!" he choked as he struggled to gulp the slop down.

Scooping up another big spoonful, she pushed it against his closed lips, following his head as he turned from side to side.

"You're really just a big baby, aren't you?" she asked.

No sooner did he bleat out a 'no', than she pushed the spoon into his mouth, spilling the rest onto his chin and bib.

"Stop it!" he cried with his mouth full as he slapped the tray with his hands in frustration.
His powerlessness made itself felt in another, unexpected way, as the floodgates suddenly opened and a strong stream of hot pee surged unrestrained into his waiting diapers. Unfortunately, Davey was so preoccupied with his struggle with Marissa that he didn't even notice until the warm pee began seeping into his seat.
Tears of helpless humiliation trickled down his cheeks, making tracks in the slop caked to his face. He felt so totally babyish as more pee flowed out in a second, strong stream that completely soaked the front of his diapers.
Fortunately, the frilly waterproof rumba panties did a wonderful job of keeping it all contained but Davey was angry and miserable. He had been determined to deny her the satisfaction of looking any more immature than he already appeared and now he'd just proven her right in her childish assessment of him.

Marissa stopped her feeding and she set the spoon down.

"Aww, what's da matter with my wittle baby girl?" she asked in a pouty voice designed for toddlers.

"I want my mommy!" Davey wailed as he shook his fists in frustration. He looked absolutely pathetic in his sissy dress and diapers, baby food caked on face as he kicked his Mary Janes impotently. A third stream of pee flowed strongly into his pampers, adding further to the soggy wet cotton cloth inside his plastic panties.

Marissa smiled knowingly and she patiently reached down and felt the warm front of his diapers.

"Aww, looks like mommy's little baby wet her didees, hmm?" she said with a condescending, superior tone.

Davey blushed beet red and hung his head as he tried to reign in his crying.

"That's okay little sissy, we'll get you all changed after breakfast...go ahead, let it all out. These diapers have soaker pads down the center so they can really take a lot of pee. They're perfect for a bedwetter like you who can't control herself."

Davey choked back a sob as the last bit of pee trickled into his thoroughly wet diapers. He seemed resigned to his treatment as Marissa began feeding him again, although now she relaxed the pace a bit to make sure Davey got a good feeding. When he finally finished, she handed him a baby bottle of warm milk with instructions to drink it all up while she went and changed Timmy's diapers. Trapped as he was, there was no way for him to clean his messy face so he nursed from the bottle while watching Marissa attend to her sissy son.
The smell of his pee wafted up around him mixing with that of the unappetizing baby food and he could barely believe his misfortune. Next month, he would be turning eleven and here he was, being treated like a toddler girl in diapers while his friends were all out playing ball. His soaking wet pampers only contributed to his infantile feelings.

Davey was watching Marissa lifting Timmy's slim legs in the air to apply diaper rash cream on his bottom when suddenly, there was a knock at the back door.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for the update Baby Bobby glad to see our bedwetter  is properly dressed now as a sissy baby girl.
I loved the breast feeding part.
Hugs

[pollyannauk]

Lovely story. I have been waiting to find out who is at the back door.  I hope we find out real soon.

[Baby Bobby]

Davey nearly jumped out of his seat, but of course, he was securely strapped in and going nowhere. Instead, another warm stream of panic-induced pee escaped into his soggy pampers.
Marissa wiped her sticky hands on Timmy's waiting diapers and rose to go see who it was. When she opened the door wide, she broke into a smile as her next door neighbor greeted her warmly.

"Hi Megan--what perfect timing!" Marissa exclaimed.

Letting her in, the two of them walked over to Davey who was blushing hotly from his ears to his chest. The young woman was quite attractive and the diapered sissy was absolutely mortified to be seen like this.

"Megan, I was just changing Timmy's diapers, and then I've got this bedwetter's to do. Would you mind lending a hand?"

"Certainly. Looks like you've got your hands full here," the cute blonde remarked with a chuckle as she looked him up and down.
Seeing the bottle on his tray, Megan picked it up and pushed it into the red-faced sissy's mouth. Davey squealed but submissively drank the tepid liquid obediently.

"And what's your name, baby girl?" she asked him with an infectious smile as she bent down and put her gorgeous face in his, "You certainly are big to be wearing diapers, aren't you?"

Davey tried to answer her but with the rubber nipple filling his mouth, his response came out babyishly muffled and he blushed all over again.

After snapping the three crotch snaps of Timmy's romper closed, Marissa rose to her feet and came over to Davey who was just finishing up his milk.

"Okay baby--it's diaper change time," she announced as she began cleaning his face with a wet wash rag. Undoing the serving tray, she released the safety belt around his tummy and helped him out of the highchair. Putting him on the floor on all fours, she bent down to squeeze the smooth bottom half of his thickly diapered seat before giving it a playful swat to send him on his way.

"Let's go to the nursery, Davey, and I'll get you out of those wet pampers."

Deeply humiliated, Davey did as he was told, crawling back before the two of them, seeming to further solidify his baby status to them both. When they reached the room, Marissa led him over to the changing table and sat him down on it. Reaching her hands under the ruffled hem of his dress, she peeled his rumba panties down off of his sodden diapers.

"My, you really soaked yourself this time," she remarked.

Megan scooped up a pacifier and pushed it into his mouth just as he was about to offer up an excuse for his accident.

With practiced movements, Marissa unpinned his pee-saturated diapers and dropped the heavy cotton cloth into a nearby plastic tub.
Megan giggled when she spied Davey's tiny caged package, giving his baby-sized balls a gentle squeeze; "Your little pee-pee is locked up nice and tight, isn't it, Sissykins?"

Davey bit his lip in embarrassment and looked the other way as his cheeks flushed red.

After a quick clean up, Marissa slid a fluffy new set of diapers underneath him before giving him a good powdering. The bulky Birdseye was soon pinned around his hips and Megan had found a cute pair of white nursery print plastic panties that she slid up the squirming sissy's legs.

"There--all safe and protected again," she grinned.

Taking him back out to the living room, she helped Timmy out of the playpen and put Davey inside. The former went off to play with his toys while Davey was forced to sit before the two women, bored with the babyish plastic toys left to him in the playpen. He resented that the younger boy had been given the freedom to go where he liked while diapered Davey had to sit like an infantile prisoner in the mesh-sided enclosure.
Fortunately, the bottom was lined with practical nursery print vinyl, just in case the occupant's diapers happened to leak.

The two women were engaged in a conversation when Davey lifted himself up on his knees, putting his hands on the padded railing of the playpen to face them.

"Um...Miss Marissa," Davey asked tentatively, "May I be allowed to play with Timmy?"

"No sissy, I want you where I can keep an eye on you," she replied dismissively, immediately returning to her conversation with Megan without a second thought.

Davey pouted in frustration as he tried to amuse himself with the plastic blocks and dolls in the playpen. He hated being treated like a baby and it was humiliating being stuck in the playpen in his diapers and sissy dress like a childish toddler. He was frustrated and bored and after about 45 minutes, he barely stifled a yawn which Marissa immediately picked up on.

"Megan, I think it's time I put little Davey down for her nap," she told her friend.

Just as Davey was about to protest, Timmy waddled into the room, a toy truck in his hand.

"Mommy--can I go outside and play?" he asked in his little voice.

"Sure, honey, just make sure you stay in the back yard."

"Thanks Mommy!" he replied eagerly as he turned to go.

Rising up from the sofa Marissa made ready to retrieve Davey.

"Megan, can you grab the baby bottle out of the warmer?"

"Sure thing," she responded.

"C-can I go out too?" Davey pleaded desperately.

"No sweetie--it's naptime for you," Marissa said as she reached in and helped him out of the playpen.

"But Timmy gets to play--how come I can't?" he whined bitterly.

Because he's a big boy and you're still a baby bedwetter, honey," she explained simply just as Megan returned with the bottle.

Davey stamped his Mary Janes on the floor in frustration as he bunched his fists. It was so completely unfair!!

"I don't wanna take a nap!" he wailed angrily.

"Davey--it's time for your nap, come on, let's get you ready for beddie-bye now," she said simply, completely ignoring his tantrum.

"No! I'm not gonna," he pouted stubbornly.

"Well, you are going to take a nap, but first, you're going to be taking a trip over my knee," Marissa told him sternly as she crossed her arms over her substantial chest.

Turning on her heel, she left the two standing there, an amused smile on Megan's face.

"Looks like someone is getting a spanking," she grinned mischievously.

Davey whimpered and bit his lip nervously as Marisa returned with a stout wooden paddle in her hand. Seized with panic, he was helpless to prevent a sudden squirt of warm pee from dampening the front of his diapers.

"Wa-wait!" he cried, putting up his hands in fear, "Please-please don't spank me!"

"It's time for you to learn what happens to sissies that don't do as they're told," she said firmly as she took a seat on a straight backed chair.
Snatching his wrist, she pulled him to her side and grasping the waistband of his plastic baby panties, she yanked them down his shaking legs.

"No--no--no!!" he blubbered as the tears began trickling down his cheeks.

Marissa took the fussy boy over her lap and unpinned his diapers, pushing the thick cloth back between his thighs and exposing his bashful, curvy little bottom. Picking up her paddle, she briefly rubbed it against his baby soft cheeks as Davey squirmed in terrified anticipation.

"I-I want my m-mommy," he sobbed.

Marissa raised the paddle over her shoulder and then brought it swooping down to land with a blistering impact. Davey howled out at the top of his lungs and kicked wildly, a bright red pattern quickly forming across his virgin bottom. Marissa quickly added to it, smacking each individual cheek hard and then both together. Davey's buns danced miserably beneath the harsh, scalding slaps of the paddle and he cried out like the baby girl he was dressed as.

Timmy had heard the commotion, and he came back inside to watch the spectacle firsthand. Although he had been over his mom's lap for the occasional spanking, this was the first time he had witnessed one from this perspective and he stood there transfixed, a voyeuristic smile beginning to appear on his face.

As the paddle slapped and smacked Davey's tender cheeks repeatedly, he cried unashamedly, kicking his Mary Janes frantically as his sissy bottom was turned to a deep, angry red. Marissa's paddle never missed her target and although he squirmed and struggled desperately against her grip, she delivered her harsh, unremitting punishment again and again. Hard, unforgiving oak slapped his soft, defenseless cheeks, raising painful, stinging welts.

At last, the terrible spanking was over and Davey lay there sobbing loudly as Marissa pulled his diapers back up and pinned them tightly in place, effectively sealing the five-alarm fire blazing on his bottom.
As she stood him up, she pulled his plastic panties back up and over his big diapers, looking him in the eye as she did.

"Ready for beddie-bye now?" she taunted him with a smile.

Davey nodded his head vigorously and Marissa led him down the hallway and into the nursery. There, she changed out his baby dress for a cute fuzzy pink top and she tucked him into the crib, giving him a teddy bear and a bottle of milk to sooth him.
Sitting on the edge of the crib mattress, Marissa pushed the nipple of the bottle into his sniveling mouth to get him started nursing from the milk.

"I'm sorry I had to spank you, Davey," she said as she gently wiped a tear away from his wet cheeks, "but now you know I mean business."

All the diapered sissy could think was how unfair it all was--he was being treated like a baby and forced to take a nap when the younger boy was allowed to go outside and play in complete freedom. He was also deeply ashamed at having been spanked in front of the other two, bawling his eyes out like a crybaby, and he knew he'd have difficulty sitting down for the next several days.

Marissa bent down to kiss his cheek before raising the side of the crib and latching it closed.
"Nighty-nite," she said cheerfully as she turned and left, turning the light out as she left.

Davey's bottom was still stinging and roasting inside his diapers and he squirmed in the crib trying to get comfortable. He couldn't remember the last time he had been made to take a nap and in his boredom, his eyes wandered around the nursery. He was amazed at all the babyish touches to the room, from the pink dresser to the lemon yellow rocking horse, to say nothing of the toddler style crib he was presently captive in. The mattress crinkled loudly beneath him every time he moved and a slight stale pee scent could be discerned coming from some part of it.

Reaching down, he tried to rub the soft front of his diapers to get some relief but all it did was get him more frustrated.

At last, after a half hour of tossing and turning, he fell asleep.