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[Sissieann]

 8) I just love it will Cissy get any playmates???  :P

[DaraJaney]

When it came to dinner Anna let Brian out of the play-pen and brought him into the kitchen.  She sat him at the table.  His mother came over with a small plastic bowl.  “You can’t feed yourself so we have to spoon feed you”, she told him.  He just sighed at the latest humiliation.  “We put your dinner in a food mixer to make it easier.”  He looked at the bowl.  It was mostly mush with flecks of green and red here and there.

Anna tied a white lace-trimmed bib around his neck.  “I’d actually made that but forgot about it for the photos”, his mother explained as she held up his first spoonful of pureed dinner.  He couldn’t believe this was happening but opened his mouth and let her feed him.

The bowl was small and didn’t last long.  She fetched more.  “Here let me”, Anna insisted taking the bowl from her.  She took a spoonful  and held it up in front of him.  “Open wide!”  He sighed.  He opened his mouth wide as instructed and she pushed the spoon in.  “Good baby!”

When he was fed they gave him his bottle of juice to wash it down.  He suc-ked on it as Anna led him back to the play-pen .  “Now play there for a while before bed.”  She clicked the side shut.  His mum came over.   â€œYou might like to do something in your nappy before bed time”, she advised him.  He realized that the alternative might be wetting himself during the night and being in a soggy nappy for hours.

He did need to go but was despondent at the idea of intentionally wetting himself.  Also, it was still bright outside.  There was no clock in the room and they hadn’t said how long he’d got.

His bladder built up sufficiently for him to let it go and wet his nappy.  He looked up from the play pen but the others were not around.  “Mum!”  She appeared at the door.  “Yes sweetie?”  “I’m wet” he mumbled and teared up a little.

“Aw don’t cry, baby.”  That made it worse.  Was he really going to have to spend the next few days in nappies and baby dresses?  There seemed to be no way out.  She let him out of the pen and took him upstairs to his room.  His other baby dresses were hanging in the wardrobe and Anna was putting his bonnets, nappy covers and tights in a drawer.

His mum had spread a large sheet of plastic on the bed and a towel over that.  He lay back on it and she took off his shoes and nappy cover and then his tights and bonnet and dress.  Then she peeled off his plastic pants and dropped them in a plastic bucket.  The soggy nappy followed.  She wiped him with baby wipes.

She left the room leaving him there in his birthday suit and returned with a razor.  “We need to shave off the hair around there since you’ll be in nappies for a few days.”  Brian sniffled as she shaved carefully around his private parts.  Then he had to turn over and she shaved his bum and rubbed cream in.

“Now!  Bottom up!” she instructed cheerfully.  He raised his bottom dutifully and she slid his nappy under it and soon pinned him in.  “Good baby!”  That was getting annoying.  She pulled his plastic pants over his nappy.  Anna was holding his pink sleeper.  He grumbled as they made him step into it, slipped his hands and feet into the elasticated and padded extremities of his onesie and buttoned him up the back.

His mother saw the small bonnet in the bag and couldn’t resist it.  He winced but she placed it on his head and tied it under his chin.  “Have to wear the complete outfit”, she teased.  Anna pulled back the duvet cover.  He resisted and looked at the bright window pointedly.  “Mummy and Anna need some time to ourselves sweetie”, his mother insisted.  He climbed in and his mother pulled the duvet over him.  Anna went downstairs and came back with a doll and a teddy.  Brian glared at her.  “Maybe the teddy then.”  He relented at the lesser of two evils and she tucked the teddy in beside him.

His mother closed the curtains and they left the room leaving the door slightly ajar.  “Just cry if you need changing again while we are still up”, his mother whispered and he was left in the bed.

He wriggled in the pink onesie.  His still balled-up fists explored the limits of the hands of the onesie and he wiggled his feet.  They were both securely held in the closed extensions by the elastic.  He pawed at the outside of his onesie where the nappy bulged beneath the elasticated waist.

Could he really sleep like this?  Well it was clear that he was going to be in thick nappies until Monday at least so he was going to have to.  He lay there sleeplessly listening to his mum and Anna laughing at some tv programme.  At some point he finally drifted off to sleep.

But it was fitful sleep due to the unfamiliar thick nappy.  When he finally woke in the morning he stretched and felt the onesie stretch around him.  He sighed as he realized that it wasn’t just a nightmare.  He really was wearing, and using, a nappy and sleeping buttoned into a pink onesie.

He needed the toilet badly – for both reasons.  He knew at this stage that that was a pipe dream.  He was going to have to use the nappy.  He let go and started filling his nappy with warm pee.  When that was finally done he was resigned to finally having to soil his nappy for the first time.  Well, for the first time since he was an actual baby.

He didn’t seem to be able to do it lying back in the bed.  He had to get up on all fours and it didn’t need much work thanks to the prune juice.  He winced as he farted and squirted very liquid poo into his nappy.  This also went on for quite a while.

He stayed on all fours for a while trying to come to terms with having a very messy nappy.  How was he going to put weight on his bottom like this?  He very gingerly turned around and tried to lower himself very carefully.  But he could still feel the messy poo squish around his nappy.

A few minutes later he was relieved to hear movement outside.  The room was already quite pongy.  His mother pushed the door open.  “Oh!  Dear!”  She made a bee-line for the window, threw the curtains back and opened the window.  “No need to ask if you need a change!”

Anna came in and also gagged.  He just lay there contemplating having his very messy nappy changed.  It wasn’t going to be very pleasant for them either.

But they didn’t show too much displeasure as they carefully removed his nappy and wiped him down.  They were positively cheerful when powdering his bottom and pinning him into a clean nappy.  “Would you like to wear your pink dress or yellow dress today baby?”  He pouted not wanting to be put in a baby dress again.  “Would you like mummy to choose?”  He knew she would choose the prettier pink dress so he pointed reluctantly at the yellow dress.

“Oh is that your favourite?” she teased as she took his dress down off the hangar.  He realized gloomily that these were indeed HIS dresses – made and sized for him and nobody else.  His mum buttoned his dress up the back and fetched a pair of white tights.  “Mum!  Do you have to?”  She ignored his plea and started pulling the tights over his feet.  “We may take some more photos today so you have to look your best.”  She pulled his tights over his nappy and then his matching yellow nappy cover.  Then she tied his bonnet on and finally his shoes.

[antonia]

Stunning story DaraJaney. in my opinion you are far and away my favourite author when it comes to babification and making your victims nappy-dependent.

[krystalasbaby2017]

I love the story be nice if when Monday comes he has wetting accidents when allowed big boy clothes again

[DaraJaney]

Brian’s mother helped him off the bed and led him to the kitchen.  Anna placed a bowl of muesli in front of him and poured some milk in.  “Mum!  I hate muesli!”  “It’s good for you” Anna insisted and pushed a spoonful towards his mouth.  He sighed but opened his mouth and she pushed it in.  He took the mouthful and chewed, wincing frequently.

After breakfast they brought him into the sitting room where they had the play mat laid out with toys.  His mother got her own camera and made him pose with rattles and dolls for more photos.  “Oh hold on!”  She’d forgotten the soother which she fetched and pushed into his mouth and pinned to his dress.  He had to pose all over again.

“Now sweetie mummy has some work to do”, she informed him as she led him across the room.  “So I want you to play quietly in your play pen so that I can concentrate, alright?”  He sat down glumly in the pen.  She fetched a lot of rattles and blocks and dolls and put them in the pen for him.  “If you are a nice quiet baby this morning, we have some lovely chocolate ice cream for you at lunchtime, alright?”  He nodded.  It was something to look forward to, he supposed.  “Good!”  She pushed the soother into his mouth and headed for the door.  At the door she looked back at him.  He reached out and patted at some of the squeaky shapes on the side of his pen.  She smiled and left.

Did she really want him to suc-k on the soother all morning?  She hadn’t said specifically.  Was it part of the deal to get chocolate ice cream at lunchtime?  He wasn’t sure.  But he needed to look forward to that ice cream so he thought he’d better play it safe and keep it in.  He picked up a rattle and shook it.

A little while later Anna came in with his baby bottle of juice.  She smiled a little on seeing him suc-king on his soother and placing his coloured blocks on top of each other.  “Nearly forgot this!”  She placed the bottle in his pen.  He recognized the purple juice and recalled his messy poo that morning.  But he needed to drink.

At lunchtime his mother came in.  He was so relieved as there were only so many times he could shake the rattle and squish the squeaky balls.  “Who’s been a very good baby then?  Been looking forward to the ice cream have we?”  Brian nodded, still suc-king on his soother.

Anna tied his bib on.  “We’re having toast for lunch which we can’t really puree for you.”  Brian was somewhat relieved.  “But I found some old baby food in the back of the cupboard from when my friend who had a real baby stayed with me.

Brian couldn’t believe it as she scraped the contents of two baby food jars into the plastic bowl.  She came over and sat beside him holding up a spoonful of baby food.  He had little choice but to open his mouth and accept it.  It was sickly sweet and there was nothing to chew on so he just swallowed it and winced.  “There you go!” Anna said cheerfully as she held up another spoonful.  He tried to think about the chocolate ice cream.

“Now I hear you’ve been a very good baby and have earned a treat!”  Brian perked up.  She took the tub from the freezer and rolled a single spoonful into the plastic bowl.  He was disappointed it wasn’t more.  When the bowl appeared in front of him, she hadn’t cleaned out the remains of the baby food so there were bits of it in the ice cream.  Still it tasted so nice compared to anything he’d had since being put in nappies.

The second spoonful hit off the side of his mouth leaving a chocolate stain on his upper lip.  Anna giggled.  “Sorry!”  But she continued to make it difficult for him to get his mouth over the spoon and he ended up with chocolate ice cream on his chin, his cheeks and a blob on his nose.  “I have to photograph this!” his mother rushed for her camera.  Brian sat helplessly with chocolate stains all around his mouth while his mother snapped away and Anna sniggered.  Eventually she took a wet wipe and cleaned all around his face.

His mother led him back to his play-pen.  “Mummy still has to work so I hope you will be as good as you were this morning”, she explained as she pushed the soother back into his mouth and left the room.  Once again he was unsure what she meant.  If he was good would he get more ice cream later?  It wasn’t clear.  He sighed.  One thing was sure.  He was faced with more hours with just these baby toys to rattle and shake.

After his pureed dinner, no ice cream was offered.  He was brought to the bedroom where his pink onesie lay on the bed.  He whined about being put to bed early again.  “No you have been such a good baby all day”, she told him, “don’t spoil it now.”  She pushed the soother into his mouth to halt any further protest.

He was quickly buttoned into his onesie and pushed into bed.  Anna tucked the teddy in beside him.  They turned out the light and left the door ajar.

He spat the soother out but it was pinned to his onesie.  He tried to lie on his side which was difficult with the thick nappy.  He jiggled his chin around.  He’d been suc-king on that damn soother so long it now felt strange that it wasn’t there.

Eventually he nodded off.  He woke at one point and suc-ked on his soother.  He briefly realized that he must have subconsciously taken it into his mouth again at some point but he drifted off again before he could do anything about it and suc-ked softly on it.

In the morning after his messy nappy had been changed his mother took down his pink baby dress.  She was pleased to note that there was no resistance from him.  He seemed to be resigned now to wearing his baby dresses.  He cooperated and pushed his arms into the sleeves and sat patiently while she buttoned it up.  He even held his feet up when she came with his pink tights.  He was soon dressed in his matching frilly nappy cover and bonnet.

After breakfast his mum brought him to his play-pen.  Unlike the previous morning she didn’t need to explain or ask him to behave.  He obediently sat down in the pen and she closed the side.  She was about to leave the room when he emitted a little involuntary whimper.

She turned around.  He had a slightly panicked face as he looked around the room.  He had realized that he didn’t have his soother and was missing it.  She might be leaving him in the pen for some time and he instinctively whimpered to attract her attention.  “What is it baby?”  He saw the soother on the table.  She followed his eyeline.  She realized that it wouldn’t be helpful if she sniggered or laughed at his need for a soother.  So she kept a straight face and walked over to the table.

“Do you need your soother baby?”  He pouted.  He didn’t want to admit that he NEEDed it.  But he really didn’t want it out of reach for a long time just in case – he told himself.  But she was waiting for a response.  He nodded and looked down at the floor.  She took the soother over and pushed it into his mouth.  “You only had to ask baby.”  She pinned it to his pink dress.  “There!  You won’t lose it again!”  She left the room with a smirk.

[DaraJaney]

Anna went out to the shops and came into the sitting room with a bag on her return.  “I thought you might enjoy this.”  She pulled a large doll from the bag.  It was wearing a pink dress not unlike Brian’s but less frilly and longer.  He failed to show any pleasure at being presented with another stupid doll.

Anna squeezed the doll under her arm.  “Hug me!” it blurted.  He looked up.  OK, so this doll did something.  She hugged it.  “I done poo poos!”  Brian laughed a little at the cheeky toddler voice.  Anna hugged it again.  It let out what sounded like a fart!  Brian tittered.  “Thought you might like it.”  She handed him his new dolly.  He hugged it.  “I love mummy!”  Brian frowned.  He hugged it again.  “I need potty!”  When was it going to emit another funny noise?  He hugged his dolly repeatedly.  It kept saying things like “I love my pwetty dwess!”  Finally it emitted a belch.  He laughed.

Anna left the room.  He continued hugging his dolly hoping to hear rude noises.  His mother came in to investigate the new voice.  He hugged his dolly tightly.  “I done poo poos!”  “Wait til I get my camera!” she instructed.  “I’m going to record this.”  Brian smiled at the thought of her surprise when she recorded the pretty dolly farting!

He hugged it.  “I love mummy!”  “Aw that’s so sweet.”  Again.  “I love my pwetty dwess!”  “I know you do baby!”  He was getting frustrated but smiled sweetly anyway hoping to build up the sweetness only for it to be broken by a fart or belch.  He hugged his dolly again.  “Hug me!”  She stopped the recording.  “Oh I’m glad I captured all that.  I’m so pleased that you love your new dolly!”  She got up to leave.  “Nnnggghhhh!”  he gurgled through his soother.  He didn’t want her to stop before the dolly made a rude noise.  But she was gone and he could hear her replaying the video to Anna.  “Oh doesn’t he make such a sweet baby!”  He shook his rattle in frustration.

“That photographer should be back in his office by now”, his mother said walking towards the phone.  Brian perked up.  At last!  Relief from this torture.

His mother dialed and waited.  He could hear the phone ringing.  She waited and waited.  Eventually an answering machine kicked in.  He could hear the tiny voice.  “I am away from the office from Friday 10th June until Monday the 20th.  Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

What?  Monday the 20th?  Today was the 13th!  “It seems that he is away for another week.  He didn’t only have a weekend job.”  Brian looked up plaintively from his play-pen.  “Sorry baby. It looks like you’ll have another week in nappies.”  He whimpered though his soother and then took a few hard suc-ks.  “Still it’s all working out fine, isn’t it?” she smiled down on him in his pink baby dress and pink tights.  He looked up though the lace on his bonnet.  He shook his head firmly.  “Well nothing we can do about it” she added philosophically and left the room.  Brian’s shoulders sagged.  Another week of this!

Later Anna announced “my mother would like me to bring an outfit from the attic up to her for an event coming up.  Would you like to come?”  “Sure!” his mother answered.  “It will be nice to get out.”  Brian looked up in concern.  He didn’t want to go anywhere dressed like this.

He whimpered some protest as his mother led him from the play-pen. “Oh sweetie, we need to get some fresh air.”  He reluctantly let himself be led out to the car.  He supposed he just had to sit in the back seat and use his bonnet to shield himself from onlookers as before.

His mother strapped him in.  Anna placed a hold-all with clean nappies and plastic pants in it.  There was also the large baby bottle with milk in it.  Finally his mother came out and handed him his ‘favourite’ dolly to play with during the journey.  At least, he thought, she would finally get to hear it make rude noises.

They climbed in and his mother drove off.  He immediately starting hugging his dolly and it continued to emit cute platitudes.  His mother looked back and smiled at him in his pretty dress hugging a dolly.  Eventually it farted.  “Ooh!” his mother laughed.  He continued hugging the dolly but grew frustrated that so few rude sounds emitted compared to how often the likes of “I love mummy” came out.  That made her go ‘aw’ every time and smile at him.

He had no idea how long the trip was going to be but his mother pulled out onto a motorway.    He had a growing need for a pee and wondered how long it would be before they reached their destination and he could be changed.

It didn’t occur to him to ask.  He was becoming used to just suc-king on his soother and communicating by whimper and gurgle.  His mother and Anna never really asked him anything that required more than a nod or a shake of the head.  He realized that he had just been dressed in the pink dress, fed muesli, put in the play pen and now was being driven across country without ever being asked to express a choice.

He badly needed to pee.  “Nnngggghhh!”  Anna looked back.  “What is it baby? Have you a wet nappy?”  He shook his head but clasped his mittened hands in front of his nappy hoping to indicate a desperate need to go.

“That’s fine baby. There’s a service area coming up and we can change you there.”  Brian was stunned.  She was proposing to take him out of the car in a busy service stop and bring him to the nappy changing area in front of everyone!   â€œNnnngggghhhh!”  But he started wetting his nappy.  He looked down in surprise.  Anna smiled and turned her back on him.  “That’s good baby !  Not long now.”

Brian wanted to cry.  The car turned into the slip lane marked “Services”.  There were signs for coffee shops, fuel, toilets and baby changing facilities.  “It’s not too busy being a Monday”, his mother observed.  “Hey look!  We can use the special parking for parents with babies!”  She pulled up right beside the entrance.

Brian wet his nappy some more from the terror of being brought out in public in his baby dress and nappy.  He started to tear up as his mother undid his safety belt.  She had to tug him out of the car.  “You need to have your nappy changed baby.  You don’t want to end up with nappy rash!”

His mummy and Anna took a hand each and marched him towards the door.  He could only try to keep his head down and try to use his bonnet and soother to hide his face.  But he couldn’t help notice a woman emerging from the entrance in front of them.  Her jaw dropped when she saw the very large baby waddling towards her is a big pink baby dress and bonnet.  Brian recalled how short his baby dress was in order to show off his frilly nappy cover.  He knew it would be obvious that he was actually wearing a thick nappy.  He saw how the woman then looked at the changing bag his mother was carrying.  That confirmed that this big baby was actually using the nappy and clearly needed to be changed!

[DaraJaney]

The toilet area of the service station was just inside the entrance.  Brian saw the crowded food court and was relatively relieved to be brought into the Ladies where the changing station was.  There was a queue for the cubicles.  The heads all turned and stared at Brian in his big pink baby outfit.

His mother took in the queue and turned to Anna.  “I’ll change him while you queue.”  Then she put her hand to her mouth apologetically realizing she had said ‘him’.  The women gasped as Brian was led past them to the changing station.  He heard whispers.  “Did she say ‘him’?”  “How old is that baby?”  “Poor mite must be a very slow developer.”  “Yes but to dress him like that ….?”

His mother helped him up onto the changing station.  Fortunately there were two baby changing tables beside each other as he would be a squeeze on one.  He realized that the women were going to see that he was a boy anyway fairly shortly.

He suc-ked hard on his soother as his mother took off his shoes, nappy cover and tights.  “Hold up your dress there baby.”  Brian held his petticoats back with his mittened hands.  He couldn’t see what went on below but felt the plastic pants being peeled off and then he was exposed to the air for all to see.  And the women watched eagerly.  “Yes!  He definitely has a … thing!”

His mother started to give the long explanation as to how Brian had ended up having nothing but baby dresses and nappies to wear.  The ladies were now more amused than shocked by the situation whereby this boy had to wear nappies and frilly baby dresses.  When they heard that he faced another week in nappies they all sighed sweetly at him.

Soon he was in a clean nappy and plastic pants and his tights and nappy cover were restored.  He jumped down off the changing table and pushed his petticoats down as much as possible. Anna took over and his mother went to the loo.  Brian had to stand and wait while the queue looked on.  “You are so lucky you don’t have to queue”, a lady said looking down at his thick nappy and they all laughed.  Brian just suc-ked ruefully on his soother.

When they exited the toilets Brian turned towards the car park.  “I could really use some coffee”, his mother said, “I don’t want to fall asleep at the wheel.”  So he was tugged towards the food court area after all.  He whimpered through his soother.  “People have seen you now anyway baby.”

But there were plenty more stares and dropped jaws as he was led to a booth in the coffee shop.  A waitress approached quickly with her notepad clearly trying to maintain her professionalism by not laughing.  “Two coffees please with cream buns.”  The waitress noted it down.  “And would you like us to heat up baby’s bottle?”  Brian squirmed.  “that’s very kind of you”, his mother answered taking the baby bottle from the pocket of his changing bag.

She returned with a tray with two coffees, two cream buns and his warmed up baby bottle.  His mother handed him the bottle.  “Thank the nice lady.”  “hhnnnkkkuuuu”.  “Do take your soother out for a moment baby.”  Brian embarrassedly pushed out the soother and replaced it with the teat of his bottle and started suc-king on his milk much to everyone’s delight.

When they reached Anna’s mother’s house she was as amused as anyone to see Brian in his pink baby dress and nappy.  “Oh there’s a lady next door with a baby girl who has been looking for a special outfit for her for a family party.  I’m sure she’d love to see his dress and maybe you could get an order.”

Brian had just wet his nappy but didn’t want the neighbour to see him having his nappy changed and so said nothing for now.  He had to waddle up and down in front of the ladies as the neighbour complimented his pink baby dress.  “I’d certainly like something like that but perhaps not as frilly and without the petticoats.  I wouldn’t dress a baby girl quite so prettily these days”, she added.  Brian was even more mortified.  He looked more sissy than anyone would even make their baby girl look!

“That’s no problem”, his mother said, “I just added all the embellishments to show what I can do.”  The ladies continued to work out the details of the order.

When Anna suggested that they head back they noticed a hesitation from Brian.  He had forgotten that his nappy was wet.  He was becoming so used to it now!  And he needed a poo.  “Do you want a change before we start back?” his mother asked.  Brian cringed.  He didn’t want to do a poo in front of all the ladies but he had to do it before getting into the car.  He sniffled and got down on all fours.  The neighbour looked on quite puzzled.  “Baby needs to do poo-poo” his mother explained.  He heard a little giggle from her as he filled his nappy with squishy poo.

He hoped that the neighbour wouldn’t stay around for his changing but of course she was all too eager to witness this big boy having his soiled nappy changed.

So his mother had a new order to work on and when they got home he was required to sit in the play-pen and play quietly while she got to work.  She and Anna brought more ladies around to see Brian in his baby dresses and sleeper while she had the chance.  His only consolation was that they took care not to invite anyone too local who would know Brian.

The first of them took out her phone and took photos of him saying “I have a few friends who would like to see these”.  Brian whimpered through his soother.  More photos of him in his humiliating baby dresses!  And these were going to be shared.  He looked down at his nappy suddenly because he’d started wetting himself at the thought.  His mother noticed what had happened and smiled sympathetically but said nothing while the lady was there.

Once she left she came over to him.  “Oh baby did you wet yourself accidentally?”  Brian looked down in shame and suc-ked on his soother.  “It’s ok sweetie.  Let’s cheer you up with some chocolate ice cream.”  Brian was spoon-fed some nice ice cream before having his nappy changed.  It was some little compensation.

The following morning when his mother woke him he looked down at his nappy again in surprise.  “Oh did you wet yourself in your sleep Baby Cissy?”  Brian sighed heavily.  On the up side, after he’d had his nappy changed she fed him some Coco-Pops.

This continued over the next couple of days.  If he had a little accident he was compensated with a little treat.  One afternoon his mother came in with her shopping.  When she put her bags down he noticed that she had bought a pavlova – his favourite.  He felt his nappy warming with pee.

As he swallowed delicious pavlova the thought did cross his mind briefly that there could be some positive reinforcement going on here but his mum dropped a dollop of cream on top and the thought disappeared.