Revenge is best served warm

[DaraJaney]

“One of our e-bay customers has asked about the high-chair that Todd is sitting in for the photographs”, Mrs Hamilton told his mother.  “She asked where we got it because she’d like one for her teenage son once she has him back in nappies and the pink baby dress she has already ordered.”

“I’ll speak to the carpenter who made Todd’s high-chair for us”, his mother said.  “Maybe we can make an arrangement with him.”  “I think we could start a whole line in large nursery furniture to complement the big baby dresses”, Mrs Hamilton suggested.  “Let’s set up a meeting.”

About a week later a large play-pen was delivered and assembled beside the play-pen Todd had been usin,g which used to be his little sister’s.  Of course Todd could have stepped out of his play-pen at any time but the certain consequences of disobedience stopped him.

The new play-pen had much taller sides.  His mother opened the side of his pen and invited him to transfer.  Todd reluctantly waddled across.  The side bars came up to his chest.  He heard the click of the baby-proof latch his mother swung closed.

She moved his rattles and dolls over to his new play-pen.  Todd played with his toys as they dismantled the smaller pen and put it away.  “Now for some photos to promote this on-line!” his mother announced.  Todd whimpered at the prospect of more photos of him in his pretty pink baby dress going on the web but he was ignored.

She set up a tripod, aimed the camera at the play-pen and pressed record.  Then she went over to the window.  “Why don’t we open the net curtains so you can see out onto the street?”  She threw the curtains open.  “NNNNGGGHHH!” Todd gurgled through his soother.  He didn’t want to see out onto the street and more importantly he didn’t want people on the street to be able to see him!

“Oh look there’s lots of children playing out there”, his mother observed and she waved at them.  Todd froze as he heard footsteps running closer to the window.  He thought he should really drop the embarrassing dolly he was clutching in his left arm and the rattle held on his right mitten.  But half a dozen faced had already appeared at the window.

“It’s true! Todd is wearing a pink baby dress!”  “Look at his frilly bonnet!”  “And he’s wearing pink tights and booties!”  Todd desperately scrambled to his feet and turned to the gate of the play-pen to try to get out.

“Oh look!  You can see he’s wearing a thick nappy!”  Todd cringed.  He’d forgotten how short his baby dress was.  He desperately pawed at the catch on the gate but couldn’t budge it because of his mittens.  He raised one foot as high as he could to try to climb out of the pen but his pink fleece booties just slipped down the smooth wooden bar.

There was no way he could get out and away from the children at the window.  “Look at the frills on his nappy cover!”  He slid down on to his bottom again.  At least he could hide his nappy from further exposure amongst the layers of petticoats.  “Look!  He’s actually suc-king on that soother!”  Todd nappy was filling with warm pee from the fright.  He desperately hoped that the children at the window wouldn’t notice.

He started shaking his rattle and he reached for his dolly again – anything to distract them from noticing that he was wetting himself right in front of them.  “Oh look. He’s playing with his pretty dolly!”  “And he’s shaking that rattle.  He looks like a complete baby!”

His mother pressed the off switch on the camera.  “Perfect!  That really shows how secure the play-pen is!”  Todd looked up and sniffled.  He couldn’t indicate to her that his nappy was wet because he desperately didn’t want the children outside to know.  So he just continued playing with his toys and everyone seemed to be happy that he was content to be sitting in a frilly pink baby dress complete with matching bonnet and booties, wearing a nappy and suc-king on a soother playing with his rattles.

His mother went off to upload the video.  “How long has he been wearing nappies?” one of the girls asked outside.  “A few weeks at least”, another replied.  “But he doesn’t have to use them does he?”  “Oh yes.  Last week I saw him at the supermarket and his mummy brought him into the baby changing room.”  “Really?”  “Yes.  Everyone saw it.  They had a trolley made with a big baby seat specially for him.”  “No!  And does he do number 2s in his nappy?”  “Oh yes, my sister got to change his nappy yesterday morning.  She said it took a ton of baby wipes to get his botty clean!”

Todd was practically chewing his soother, hearing this conversation.  “I wonder would his mummy let us bring him to the supermarket if we offered to do her shopping.”  “Ha!  It would be great to push him around the shop in his pink baby dress and tights!”

[krystalasbaby2017]

oh the humiliation, every sissy's worst fear, yet what we crave.  Lovely story

[DaraJaney]

A week later they produced a large wooden cot for Todd.  It was painted pink of course and had pictures of princesses and ballerinas on the end boards.  Todd fully expected a photo or video session to promote the cot online but for some reason they didn’t do that.  He sensed they were waiting for something else.  There was something else going on in the house.

He slept in the cot in the corner of the sitting room for the first couple of nights.  Not surprisingly the side bars were high enough to keep him in and they were secured by another baby-proof latch.

On the next afternoon his mother let him out of his play pen and steered him out of the room.  He waddled along the corridor towards his bedroom.  Was she bringing him back to his room to allow him out of his baby clothes and back to normal, he wondered.

She pushed the door open.  His room had been completely redecorated.  Nursery wallpaper had been pasted up all around showing ponies and bunnies.  There was a lush pink carpet with matching curtains and very lacey net curtains.

Todd’s jaw would have dropped if he hadn’t been suc-king so hard on his soother.  He looked around the room.  His computer desk had been replaced with shelves of dolls and girls’ picture books.

The changing table had been moved into the corner of the room with all of its powders and creams and a pile of thick nappies.  Two of the neighbours steered his cot into the room and placed it in another corner.  The play-pen soon followed.

“Now we can get really good pictures showing all your nursery furniture in a complete nursery setting!” his mother enthused.  Todd wanted to cry.  He was clearly not getting out of nappies anytime soon.  His boy’s room had been completely converted into a girl’s nursery.  Warm pee spread around his nappy.  He squirmed at the now familiar feeling.

His mother noticed.  “You really have lost control of your wee-wees haven’t you?”  Todd couldn’t deny it.  He started blubbering.  “Never mind sweetie.  You have everything you need here!”  His mother ran her hand over the cover of the changing table and then admired the pink cot in the corner.  She ushered Todd into the play-pen and left him there looking morosely at his baby toys that were clearly going to be his only entertainment for some time.

Shortly afterwards his mother came in and set up the tripod with the video camera.  Todd was still looking at it wondering what was next when she returned with a baby bottle of milk.  He thought it was rather early for his next bottle.  “From now on your bedtime is going to be 6pm”, she told him.  Todd’s eyes widened in surprise.

She opened the wardrobe.  All of his baby dresses were dangling on hangers and she took out his pink fleecy sleeper.  His face fell.  Where were his boy’s clothes?  She opened a drawer that used to have his socks and underwear and he could see it was now filled with bonnets, bibs and tights.

Despite his whimpering through his soother in protest at his early bedtime she removed his baby dress, nappy cover and tights.  “I want to spend more quality time with Lucy in the evenings”, she explained.  Todd glared at his little sister who was smiling from the doorway as he was buttoned into his sleeper.  His light night-time bonnet was tied under his chin and his mother pushed him into the cot and secured the side bars.

Lucy came in carrying a pink and white tape player.  She put it on the chest of drawers and pressed play.  Tinny nursery rhyme music emanated from it.

His mother went over to the tripod and pressed the play button.  “See you at 8am then”, she told him cheerfully.  Todd scrambled to his knees and shook the side bars of his cot desperately and whimpered pleadingly through his soother.  His mother and Lucy just smiled at him and left the room.

Todd pawed at the baby-proof catch on the side bars.  When he couldn’t budge it he slapped it a few times in frustration.  He pulled himself up on his feet and tried to climb over the bars but they were too high.

He looked crossly at the camera.  This was obviously demonstrating to potential customers how secure his new cot was.  The nursery rhyme mercifully came to an end.  After a few seconds it started up again and Tom winced.  How long was that going to torment him?  He reached out through the bars of his cot and could just about touch the front of the tape player.  He reached as far as he could and tried to press stop but his mittens just pushed the player out of reach.  “Nnnnggghhh!”

He slumped as he realised that he was going to be in his cot for the next 14 hours!  Another bottle of milk had been placed in the corner.  That was all very well but anything he drank was just going to fill his nappy with no prospect of being changed until 8am.

It was still bright outside and he could hear children playing happily in the street.  His mother and Lucy were chatting cheerfully in the sitting room.  Todd suc-ked hard on his soother.  He picked up his favourite dolly and hugged her tightly.  A single rattle had also been left in the cot.  He pushed his mitten through the loop in the handle and managed to pick it up.  He shook it unenthusiastically.

He heard his mother and sister laughing.  He didn’t know that they were watching the images being recorded on the video camera.  Shortly they would be uploaded to ebay to promote his new totally secure cot.

[Baby Mac]

Great story please write more.

[krystalasbaby2017]

Awesome story love it. Baby furniture now in his size and his boy bedroom now a girls nursery wonderful.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Thank you for continuing the story. Baby Todd has lost control of his body functions, is now an unwilling internet adult baby model, and will have to endure wearing a wet and soon to be messy diaper until mother or Lucy care to change him. His embarrassment and humiliation are probably beyond description.

I'm among the ones looking forward to the next part of your story.

[DaraJaney]

Todd had many waking hours to consider his position.  He was totally surrounded now by the pinks, whites and various pastel shades of his nursery dĂ©cor.  He was encased in his pink fleecy footed sleeper.  The lace trim of his bonnet framed his view of everything.

He pinned the padded mittens under his arms and tugged desperately but they wouldn’t budge.  He was fully immersed in pink and lacey femininity with no possibility of escape from his sleeper or his cot or his nursery.  He could do nothing but suc-k on his pink soother for comfort and hug his soft Shirley Temple dolly.

By morning his nappy was well sodden and soiled.  He lay back afraid to move in case it caused any leakage, desperately hoping for his morning change.  The first thing he heard was the voice of his crush Marcia.  He winced.  He desperately wanted changing but not by her.

She came in with his mother.  “Oh what a marvelous nursery for Baby Todd!” she enthused, looking around the room.  Despite the state of his nappy, his member made an effort to enlarge, only to be thwarted as ever by the chastity device.

It was his mother who changed him in the end so he wondered why Marcia had come over.  It turned out that the ladies had received more special requests via their ebay venture.  People were asking about nanny uniforms.  Marcia was going to model one for photos and videos.

Todd was strapped into his high-chair in the nursery when Marcia walked in.  She was wearing a very prim and proper nanny uniform.  The dress was navy and came well below the knee.  She wore a starched white apron over it and black tights.  She had very sensible black shoes on as well.  Her hair was all pinned up under a tight white cap.

His mother took photos and videos of her feeding Todd a bottle in the high chair, standing over him supervising his play in the pen and locking him into his cot for an unwanted nap.  Todd thought there was no accounting for what turned some people on but thankfully none of this did anything for him and his member made no futile attempt to respond.

He was in the pen playing with his letter blocks when Marcia walked in again.  The soother almost dropped out of his mouth.  She was wearing a tiny tight blue uniform that barely held in her well-presented bosom.   As she walked across the room the short uniform rode up exposing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the suspender straps to which they were attached.  She had a tiny white apron and a thin lace headband allowing her long hair to fall over her shoulders.  She strode into the room wearing stilettos.

“How’s my little-wittle baby Todd?” she smooched, his mother following her in with the camera rolling.  Marcia stood over his play-pen.  From his seated vantage point he could see up her short dress and observe that she was wearing just a g-string.  She looked down on him over the ample mounds of her breasts.

As if that wasn’t enough she leaned over him.  He was already squirming as his member was quickly frustrated by his chastity.  Marcia opened the side of his pen and motioned him to exit.  He scrambled to his feet and waddled out.  She walked sexily over to the high-chair and pulled the tray back.  Todd climbed up into the chair and she locked the tray in place.  She leaned right into him to pull the straps over his arms, leaving his nose hovering over the crevice between her breasts.  He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of something not sexy – his very messy nappy earlier.

Marcia took his baby bottle and held the teat pointedly right in front of her right nipple.  The dark circles around her nipples peeked from her dress.  “Do you want to suc-k on this?” she whispered.  Todd’s knees pressed hard together in his pink tights as he cringed from the pressure in his chastity.

She prised his soother oh so slowly out of his mouth.  And then replaced it with the teat of the bottle making sure that it was lined up perfectly with her own nipple in his line of sight.  Todd suc-ked on the teat and wriggled in severe discomfort in the high chair.

After he had suc-ked a few times, she withdrew the teat and held it against her bosom before presenting it to him again.  His mother moved around them capturing the scene from several angles.

Then he was put in the cot so Marcia could lean in over him and give him another close-up view.  Then she turned around and picked something up off the floor so that her short dress rode up and presented her gorgeous bare bottom, the seams of her fishnet stockings running all the way from her suspenders to her stilettos.

Poor Todd was sweating with frustration by the time his mother thanked Marcia and went to leave with her camera.  He tried to steady his breathing now that it was all over.

Before she exited the nursery she turned to Marcia again.  “I’ll take these shots over to Mrs Hamilton’s but we have a few things to do with the ebay shop.  Would you mind looking after Todd for the rest of the day?”

“Why sure thing!” Marcia confirmed and she sashayed over to Todd in the cot.  “Would Baby Toddy-woddy like that?”  His mother was sure she heard him whimper as she left the room.

Marcia transferred him to his play-pen.  He tried to concentrate on his rattles and blocks but she insisted on kneeling right beside him and supervising his play, frequently leaning into the pen to pick things up and hand them to him.

Later she had to feed him a full baby bottle and spoon-feed him his lunch during which she held the bowl of pureed vegetables right in front of her cleavage.  Todd was exhausted by the time his mother returned.