Chapter 11
Chris wet himself as they went out the front door, he was so nervous at being seen by the neighbours that he could think of nothing else and that included his control over his bladder. He realised that now he would have to endure walking about in a wet nappy all morning. Victoria had been quite clear on the subject, he was NOT to tell her about the condition of his nappy.
Victoria opened the back door of her car and ushered him in. Chris half hoped that she would check his nappy again but realised it had only been five minutes since his last change and so knew that this would not happen. His seat belt was secured and she passed him a large pink bag with pockets and zips and from which protruded two baby bottles. Chris recognised it immediately as a baby’s changing bag and no doubt contained creams, powder, a spare dummy, nappy pins, plastic bags and most important a couple of his nappies and protective pants.
He suc-ked on his dummy as there was nothing else he could do. He had no idea where he lived in relation to his old home, he only had the clothes he was wearing and no money. His iPhone and iPad had disappeared and he had not had the time to search for them.
They arrived at a large toy shop out of town, it must have had every toy known to man. Victoria insisted he held her hand which he did very tightly as he snuggled as closely to her as he could to minimise his exposure. He suc-ked furiously on his dummy grateful for the plate that obscured much of the lower half of his face.
One lady who was shopping for a present for her granddaughter approached them. “Your girl is a bit big to be dressed like that isn’t she? She looks like a baby; and please don’t tell me you still have her in nappies”.
Victoria turned on her dark as thunder “Madam, my daughter is severely retarded, she has the mental age of a two-year-old and is very unreliable in controlling her bladder, so I save her the embarrassment and let her wear nappies” she stormed “the reason I keep her in baby clothes is so that I can change her easily while letting her look sweet and pretty. She may be fifteen but she doesn’t know that and to be honest she doesn’t care, all she does know is that she is loved and cherished. So butt out and mind your own business, if you would be so kind.” Chris was astounded and stared at the woman with eyes as big as saucers, some might say he looked a bit simple with such a gaze.
The woman mumbled her apologies, shook her head and left the store without purchasing anything.
If Chris was expecting a Gameboy or other electronic marvel then he was to be sorely disappointed. So far Victoria had chosen a xylophone, a large rabbit with great floppy ears, a box of building bricks with little characters dressed in different uniforms, coloured crayons, colouring books and a dolly wearing a nappy. He pointed at things he would have liked and was told to be a good baby or they would have to leave. A book of stickers, story books fully of fairy tales, a toy covered in buttons that made all sorts of animal noises and other childish things were added to the trolley. The best find was a baby mat just like Sophie’s and she put two in the trolley.
Another woman with a young girl of about seven came up to them. “What is your name darling?” she asked Chris. He looked shocked and another dribble of pee went in his nappy.
“Cwissy” he mumbled through his dummy “me Cwissy” said gathering his confidence.
The woman and her daughter looked enquiringly at Victoria for an explanation.
“It’s like this” explained Victoria “some boys want to dress up in girl clothes, some boys want to dress up as super heroes; my boy wants to dress up in baby clothes; and before you ask, yes. he is wearing an old-fashioned terry nappy complete with plastic pants and he does wet and soil himself just like a baby. I love him and change him, I feed him with a baby’s bottle and make sure he always has a dummy.” She patted the baby changing bag on her shoulder to verify her story.
Another customer dashed away with so much as a word with her daughter asking question after question. Victoria was grinning ear to ear and Chris just stood and wet his nappy a little more.
Victoria put a finger inside the top of his tights seeking the warm embrace of the plastic pants and the nappy beneath. She felt his dampness and then that tingling that made her feel weak at the knees. She plunged her hand deeper until it came against his chastity device and the feel of the wet terry towelling was even warmer. She felt herself becoming moist at the thought.
They paid for the purchases and went back home for lunch and by their return Chris was very wet. Victoria was also very wet for different reasons and having changed Chris in to a fresh set of nappies had a compulsion to get a pair of his training pants that she had washed and dried. She set Chris down on his new play mat and helped him open his new toys. As he was playing with building blocks she went to her own room and took off her knickers and slipped on the training pants. The feel of the soft towelling against her was electrifying and she realised it wasn’t Chrissy’s domination that was giving her these strange feeling, it was his towelling protection.
She went downstairs in training pants somehow excited and definitely in a high state of arousal with every movement caressing her in her most sensitive places.
She made lunch for them both and she gave Chris his vitamins and prepared them a simple meal of beans on toast with a bottle of Ribena to wash it down. By the time he had finished he was already falling asleep at the table, so Victoria helped him up to bed for a nap. It was quite obvious from the way his nappy was sagging that he had thoroughly wet himself, so she decided to try and change him in his dozy state. The routine had become so imprinted in Chris that he assumed the position with his arms above him and legs bent, that she had no trouble in stripping him of his wet nappy and replacing it with a fresh dry one and new plastic pants. Even asleep he managed to lift his bottom at the appropriate moments.
As Chris curled up under his white cellular blanket with his dummy gently bobbing in and out, Victoria put his wet nappy in the bucket and covered it with the lid. His room smelt just like a nursery with an aroma of stale pee, disinfectant and baby powder. She arranged his baby pants, tidied his training pants and made sure his nappies were neat and tidy. Her hand lingered on the plastic pants with the fitted terry training knickers and she decided to slip off the Disney print terry towelling pants she had been wearing and added them to Chris’s nappy bucket. She put her feet in the new incontinence protection and pulled them up her legs. She felt electrically charged aa she ran her hands over the plastic surface and felt the towelling lining beneath.
She took the bucket downstairs and emptied out the bucket. Chris was getting through six to eight nappies a day now and seemed to be wetting on a far greater frequency as time went on. He seemed to be accepting his punishment very well she thought. God her pants felt good she thought. as she rubbed herself against the kitchen unit.
She had just hung out her latest load of washing when there was a knock at the door. A large delivery van stood outside. Two young men asked to bring in the things she had bought earlier in the week. In fifteen minutes, all the new things were safely installed, a large high chair in the kitchen, a playpen in the lounge and a cot in her little spare room. Chris never heard a thing as he was so sleepy.
She put his new playmat in the play pen and marvelled at the construction. It stood so tall that the bars were as high as her shoulders. The way in to the pen was via a door built in to one of the sides and secured with an electronic lock that could be opened with a special fob that she had put round her neck or fingerprint on the keypad panel built in to the corner post which she had already programmed. She moved his toys in to the pen and closed the door. It all looked really cosy, especially when she threw in his baby blanket and floppy eared rabbit.
The pen and the crib all were activated by the same electronic fob and she programmed her fingerprint in to those as well.
The look on Chris’s face was darling she thought when she had changed his wet nappy and taken him downstairs just wearing his nappy and cartoon character printed plastic pants with a pink top. He had on his booties to keep his feet warm and she had put on his matching mittens to keep him out of mischief. She touched her finger of the keypad and pushed open the little door. Chris hesitated.
“Go in Chrissy and play with your toys” she encouraged him. Chris was still stupefied from the sleeping pill and muscle relaxant which tended to leave him a bit uncoordinated. He went through the door which swung shut and closed with a firm and satisfying click. He turned around and tugged at the door but it was firmly locked. He stood up but the bars were as high for him as they had been for Victoria. He tried to climb out but he had neither the strength nor the grip to escape.
Victoria made him a bottle of juice and passed it to him through the bars. She switched on the television and let him watch some episodes of Teletubbies that she had recorded for him. He let the dummy fall from his mouth and dangle on the ribbon and set about suc-king on his baby bottle as Victoria wrapped his baby blanket around him and set the floppy eared rabbit next to him. He felt very secure and safe in his new play pen and settled back to watch the programme made for toddlers.
Victoria was almost envious of her charge and then became aware of her own situation as she felt the need to pee. She had the insane idea that it might feel very nice to go in her protection, after all that was why she was wearing it. She felt confused and had to fight with herself to use her toilet, it was crazy she thought. She only just managed to hitch up her skirt and lower her protection but not before she had felt a release into the comforting folds of the trainers. When she had finished she pulled up the plastic pants and luxuriated in the moistness that she had released accidentally. She pulled the chain and once again had that naughty tingle that screamed for her attention.
She forced herself to think of tea and went to see Chris who had finished his bottle and was playing quietly in the play pen doing his colouring book. “That’s a very good boy” she said smiling.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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