The Sissy Baby Princess Pageant

[krystalasbaby2017]

Lovely story now fred really going to be humiliated can't wait to see what you may have instore for the sissy in future chapters
Keep up the great writing!

[Babytinkles]

I ever so wish this story would continue

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

LOVE THIS STORY!  The humiliation is so exciting.. 

[littlediapersissy]

Hi everyone! I made a followup chapter with a little AI assistance that I liked too much not to share:

While Fred awaited his fate onstage, Nicole conducted some much-needed training with Daniel backstage, with the baby supplies. According to her, he was becoming “uppity,” a term she reserved for when he broke into his “big boy voice,” or hesitated before obeying her.

"Hold on," Nicole's merry voice rang out as she picked up an item from the sprawling collection of baby supplies. She spun around, her face breaking into an impish grin as she held up, with a florid gesture, a stack of thick, crinkly oversized Huggies.

A shudder ran through Daniel at the sight, but before he could try and compose himself, Nicole had already taken a few strides towards him. She carried the stack of diapers, each one of them a reminder of the absurdity going on around him; a badge of his infantilisation.

"Come here, Danny baby” Nicole beckoned, her fingers fondling the soft, spongey material of the diapers. Daniel hesitated, his face reddening as he understood what was expected. He extended a trembling hand towards Nicole who gave a hearty laugh, pressing the stack of diapers into his arms.

"Give them a nice, appreciative kiss, Danny," Nicole commanded, her eyes gleaming with a glint of sadistic pleasure. Daniel stared at the stark white of the new diapers, his face a mask of humiliation. But, given no choice, he lowered his flushed face towards the stack, pressing his lips to the top diaper in the stack. There was an odd texture of the quilted surface against his lips, a slightly cool temperature, and the faint scent of the diaper's fabrication – a mix of artificial baby powder and an unfamiliar clinical smell. Every part of the experience was a testament to his defeat.

"Thank it oh-so politely," Nicole added, her booming voice echoing in the nursery. "Remember, each one keeps you clean and protected. You should be grateful, Danny."

Daniel stuttered out a weak, "T-thank you," his lips brushing against the fabric again as he muttered his forced gratitude. Each diaper received a similar treatment, his tears threatening to dampen the material with each reluctant kiss. The scent seemed to grow more potent with each bout of contact, a fragrant reminder of the twisted carnival of humiliation he was a living part of.

Nicole arched her brow, her amusement swiftly fading into disgruntlement as she crouched down to Daniel's level. "What was that, darling? Was that really your best 'thank you'?" she questioned, her voice carrying a clear note of warning.

Daniel froze, his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation still lingered stingingly on his lips with the residue of the diapers when he mumbled another half-hearted, "Thank you."

The tepid response did not satisfy Nicole. "That won't do, sweetheart," she admonished, her eyes flashing in ire. "One must always express gratitude properly."

With a swift motion, Nicole withdrew one of the diapers from the stack. "Each time you act like a good baby, you make Mommy very happy. But when you are not grateful ...well, let's just say Mommy gets very disappointed."

She pointed towards his plump, diapered bottom. "Ten spanks, as soon as we’re onstage” she announced, her voice steady and resolute. "That should be enough to make you remember your manners."

Daniel's heart pounded at her words, the prospect of a spanking in front of the onlookers adding to his mounting humiliation. And yet, there was no escape, no reprieve from the relentless parade of debasement. As the sound of Nicole's stern voice faded, replaced by an anticipatory silence, Daniel prepared himself for the impending punishment.

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But it must be said that Daniel's predicament was quite mild when compared with Fred's. The laughter and applause from the crowd were deafening. Fred could barely believe what was happening. The fickle crowd of women and girls in front of him that had been gossiping about the latest styles and their girl-models just moments ago, were now pointing and laughing at him...at Felicity. He could feel the Pampers bulk between his legs, and when he looked down, he could see his crush Kate, flashing a wicked smile. His mind was surreally slow, his heart pounding his fright into every single nerve-end.

As Kate sat him in the ridiculously oversized highchair, more peals of laughter echoed through the hall, this time induced by his initial struggle to get into the outfit. The only help he received came in the form of sarcastic cooing from his mother, “Aww, is baby having a tough time? Let mommy help you, precious.”

Before he could protest, Kate was standing in front of him, holding a pink baby bottle full of milk and an apple sauce-colored mush in a small bowl. A classy, long baby bib with the words 'I'm Mommy's Little Mess Maker' hung from her hand. His heartfall deepened as he realized it was for him. The crowd roared in approval as Kate delicately tied the bib around his neck, the commotion overwhelming Fred's last plea for an escape.

As he futilely tried to wiggle out of the highchair in as masculine a way as possible - which wasn’t very - Kate, with a surprising amount of strength in her slender, feminine figure, forced the nipple of the baby bottle into Fred’s mouth.

The shock of the cold milk against his tongue drew some semblance of the young man’s brain back online. He wanted to spit it out —how could he drink his milk like a baby - but the allure of Kate’s disarming, sweet smile tricked his mind into a semblance of tranquility.

“The first taste is the worst,” Kate told him, between laughs. “That’s what I’d tell my baby sister.” The crowd reveled in Fred’s discomfort, their eyes gleaming with pleasure at the sight of the boy swallowing his humiliation.

After managing two minutes of milk-drinking, Kate dipped a plastic spoon into the bowl of baby food. To Fred’s horror, he found himself opening his mouth instinctively at Kate’s gentle coaxing. His tongue convulsed in revolt at the taste of whatever indiscernible purĂ©e was now dropping slowly down his throat. He gagged, causing a fresh wave of hilarity to ripple through the audience.

Just when Fred thought things couldn’t get any worse, his Mom brandished the piĂšces de rĂ©sistance, “I think our Felicity, being such a good sport and all, should get into some more pretty clothes.” Susan held out a frilly, lacy pink baby dress, complete with full white bloomers and a frothy petticoat. There was gasp of collective anticipation from the crowd.

The dress was dainty and horribly embarrassing, with ‘Princess Baby’ emblazoned in glittery script across the front. As he was helped into the petticoat, and then awkwardly maneuvered into the dress and bloomers, his rosy cheeks burned with shame. Yet, to add insult to injury he was stood on his feet, the back of the dress lifting to show the bulge of his diapers, causing tremors of merriment from the crowd.

“Doesn’t our Felicity make the most adorable sissy baby?” Susan coyly asked the audience, placing a tiara on Fred's flowing wig-covered head. The crown’s sparkles mirrored the twinkle in the room full of eyes, women and girls now snapping pictures and recording videos, captivated by the spectacle on the stage.

Amidst the whirl of laughter and taunting whispers, he caught sight of his reflection in a mirror stationed at the corner of the stage. Seeing himself paraded in the full baby attire was jarring —he hardly recognized himself, his identity unrecognizable behind the elaborate, infantile façade.

Tears of humiliation welled in his eyes, making his mascara run. Far from sparking sympathy, this only made the spectators laugh harder.

“Look," Kate pointed, "Felicity is even crying like a baby! She really is getting into character!" Applause thundered across the room, drowning any protest Fred could muster against his forced infantilism. His cheeks reddened, not only from the humiliating situation but also from the heavy blush Susan was now generously applying to his tear-streaked face.

Fred could do nothing but accept the reality of his predicament. His one consolation was that it couldn't possibly get any worse. But each time he thought that, he was quickly proven wrong.

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Fred was just getting used to the giggling and cameras flashing when Nicole, another mom hell-bent on apparently re-transitioning her son back to infancy, ushered Daniel on stage. He was dressed similarly to Fred, clad in nothing but an adult-sized Huggies, complete with Winnie the Pooh pattern and an extra padding for absorbency. Daniel was a kid who steered clear of any imaginable controversy and liked to vanish in the crowd. But the current proceedings would undoubtedly obliterate his love for invisibility.

Without further ado, Kate handed over a baby lemon dress and petticoat to Fred, instructing him to help Daniel into the attire. Fred tried to rebel, defending his already deflated dignity, but a swift, bare-bottom spank from Kate cut his protests short. Sans any further questioning, Fred helped Daniel into the humiliating outfit, trying hard not to choke on his mortified pride.

With both boys now standing on stage in similar infantile attire, Kate sprung next phase of unimaginable embarrassment. A mandatory Barney sing-along with a twist; the one who dipped most convincingly into their infant persona by singing and dancing with utmost enthusiasm would be declared the winner. And the prize was the short-lived freedom from this infantile world. Eager to escape their torturous roles, both boys prepared for the challenge.

Susan retrieved the dusty VHS of Barney from a box marked 'Baby Nostalgia.' The old VHS fluttered to life, ringing through the hall with the familiar theme tune that had once been every toddler’s favorite. Barney's purple, grinning face appeared on the screen, his green, rotund belly shifting as he began the familiar, but embarrassingly childish dance routine to his song, "The More We Get Together." The dinosaur's upbeat singing echoed in the hall, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere. The crowd watched with bated breath, the room vibrating in anticipation of the spectacle that was about to unfold.

Fred and Daniel, their faces flushed with humiliation, glanced at each other, taking deep breaths before awkwardly starting to bounce along to the cheery rhythm. Barney's wide, toothy grin seemed to mock them as the screen flickered, illuminating the boys' predicament for the eager onlookers. As they attempted to keep up with the dinosaur’s delightfully silly dance, their mothers and Kate circled them, suppressing their laughter and egging the boys on.

"Come on, Felicity, sing it with feeling!" Susan hollered, imitating Barney's mannerisms to get a rise out of the crowd. At the same time, Fred could only pray that the floor would swallow him.

After enduring another few rounds of "Old MacDonald had a Farm" and "This Old Man" – the kiddie classics Fred and Daniel mimicked with pointed precision – Kate showboated her expertise in Barney knowledge. "Oh come on, boys, you can do better!" she mock-chided. "See Barney here? Mix up the steps a little, add in a bit of toddler technique!"

Cue the chorus of “Johny Johny Yes Papa”, Daniel had a wrong move. He spun on the wrong beat and received quite the piece of his mother, Nicole’s mind, “Daniela, you call that a spin? Why, you look like a Pole dancer all set to get tips!”

The audience was in stitches, and Daniel felt his cheeks flame as his situation sunk in ever deeper, his voice wavering on the edges of the saccharine sweet rhyme, his demeanor crumbling under the weight of his humiliation.

Barney and his gang of prehistoric creatures were singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” when Fred missed a beat. “Oh, Felicity, seems like you're having a hard time keeping up!” Kate jested. The crowd howled, doubled over in laughter at Fred's poor attempt at climbing imaginary spouts with his flailing, gangly limbs. The laughter was piercing, a stark reminder of his loss of pride.

“Wheels on the Bus,” brought forth a new torture, as Susan gleefully corrected Fred’s motion of round and round, “No, Felicity darling, the wheels go ‘round and round’ not ‘round in circles’!”

Each lyric was a fresh stab at their dignity, each movement a mockery of their age. The room reverberated with peals of laughter like a nursery rhyme from hell. The song and dance routine from Barney and his cohorts seemed to drag on endlessly for Fred and Daniel. With every verse sung cheerfully by the purple dinosaur, the corresponding dance move executed animatedly by BJ and Baby Bop, the boys found themselves spiraling deeper into their nightmarish farce.

When the finale of "Barney is a Dinosaur" came on, both boys, thoroughly exhausted by the mental and physical strain of their forced performance, breathed a sigh of relief. The ordeal was far from over, of course, but every disgusting sweetness of that Barney tape was a closed chapter. As Barney ended his episode with a giggling wave, the room fell into a giddy, satisfied silence, the sordid spectacle reflected in their eyes, captured in their minds, and forever burnt into Fred and Daniel's memories.

Once the Barney marathon ended, sweat soaked through Fred and Daniel's baby dresses, and they panted, hoping that the ordeal was over. Kate, however, revealed that their efforts had been in vain. The singing competition had just been another scheme to exacerbate their embarrassment. This announcement further crushed their already beleaguered spirits.

Without wasting another moment, Nicole and Susan grabbed the arms of their respective, humiliated sons to hold them in place. Out of the blue, Kate brought out a futuristic metallic device from her bag, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She waved the device with a dramatic flourish and implanted something into the heads of both boys.

“Well," Kate said, her voice sharp and triumphant over the now-silent crowd, "It looks like our boys ? I mean, our baby girls, Felicity and Danielle, will be under my control from now on.”

Her words echoed ominously around the hall, each syllable eliciting gasps and whispers from the thrilled crowd. Fred and Daniel, the sensations in their heads giving way to a curious numbness, stood there, united in their unexpected bond of humiliation. All they could do was watch in wide-eyed terror as Kate sealed their fate with a wicked grin.

[littlediapersissy]

"Behold, the pinnacle of neuro-biotechnology," Kate began in a pompous voice, holding up the futuristic device, "The Nanite Neuro-Controller: a revolution of neuroscience made possible by the pioneers of nano-technology, my distinguished colleagues and myself."

The women in the crowd leaned in, captivated, as Kate continued, "When I implanted this device in Felicity and Danielle, I loaded every nook and cranny of their cranial vessels with potent, mind-controlling nanites. These microscopic machines latch onto the brain's neurons and act as a conduit, transmitting my thoughts to their minds, which their cerebral cortex interprets as their own desires."

The room was one collective gasp; even Nicole and Susan looked surprised. Kate reveled in their bewilderment, her eyes shining with unmasked pleasure. "The technology is far from perfect. There are still glitches: tiny moments of sporadic failure when Felicity and Danielle might revert to being Fred and Daniel. But such intervals are rare and fleeting. They are for all intents and purposes, my living puppets."

To illustrate her point, Kate focused intently on Fred, concentrating on a specific command. The crowd watched in amazement as Fred – Felicity's – expression shifted from despair to a vacant grin. In an almost robotic manner, Fred moved across the stage to Daniel and curtsied gracefully. This drastically out-of-place behavior tickled the audience, their laughter hopping around the high ceiling.

Next, Felicity moved closer to Daniel, pouted her lips, and planted a big wet kiss on Daniel's. The audience shrieked in surprise, cameras capturing the unexpected show of affection. It was alarmingly ridiculous, seeing Fred’s wacky enthusiasm. Fred sighed and his smile grew even wider, as if he were a cartoon character falling in love. Daniel, under Kate's digital influence, blushed and responded with a similar foolish smile, her eyes blank and marvelling at the cartoon design on Felicity's pampers. Could there be a more embarrassing act?

Guided by Kate's malicious intentions, Fred, and Daniel began a series of ludicrous actions, dropping on their knees, cooing and gurgling at each other's diapers, and bouncing around like two-year-olds on a sugar high. With a couple of withering looks, Kate forced them to smilingly bestow kisses on the outside of each other's diapers. All the while, cheers and whoops echoed off the walls of the hall, only fueling the boys' animated attributes.

As the climax of her show, Kate had her automatic marionettes do an infantile dance routine, their limbs controlled to the rhythm of Kate's thriving thoughts. Twirling, giggling, and clapping wildly, they even chanted in unison, "We love our diapees; we love being baby girls!” Much to Kate’s delight, the performance was so convincing that it seemed they were actually thrilled to be regressed back into infancy.

But every once in a while, there was a stutter, the smallest fraction of realization in both Fred and Daniel's eyes. The person they once were would peak, eyes filled with horror and desperation before being drowned once again in the farcical persona of Felicity and Danielle. But by the end of their little demonstrations, it was clear that Kate was the puppeteer, and the boys were nothing more than her willing dolls.