Revenge is best served warm

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Thank you for the most recent part.

Now baby Todd will have at least a whole year of continued torture of being a sissy girl baby, watching his little sister go off to school every day wearing trousers and being teased by Marcia.

As time goes on and his hair grows longer, will Todd's modeling career extend to being the recipient of hair coloring to blonde, having it permed into ringlets and tied up in pretty ribbons? Will Todd's ears be pierced and he will be wearing the sissiest earrings? Will mother, sister and Marcia put makeup and lipstick on Todd all of the time?

With all of those upgrades, the walks in the stroller past the school right when classes are dismissed for the day should have Todd crying, wetting, and pooping each and every time, to the point that control of bladder, bowels, and emotions will be lost forever.

With the continued success of the mother's ABDL business, she might be able to afford to have Todd in daycare (even more exquisite humiliation).

[DaraJaney]

Todd’s mummy told him she had to go to the city for the day and because the babysitters were all back at school a friend of hers at the local crèche had agreed to take him.  Todd cringed.  More people to see him as a sissy baby!

His whimpers were ignored as he was strapped into his reins for the walk to the crèche.  The building was next to Lucy’s primary school but thankfully all the children were safely in class when Todd and his mummy arrived.

Naturally he had been dressed in his prettiest pink baby dress, matching bonnet, frilly nappy cover, pink tights and booties for his day at the crèche.  The ladies loved his outfit.  “Shall we take his bonnet off indoors?”  one asked.  “I think we should leave it on as it really completes his cute look”, another responded and they all agreed as Todd just stood there suc-king on his soother.

“Here is his changing bag”, his mother interjected.  “You do know he is wearing old-fashioned cloth nappies don’t you?”  “Oh yes”, the ladies giggled.  “That’s not a problem.”  They looked at his mittens.  “So Baby Todd will need spoon-feeding?”  “Yes.  Oh there are some of his rattles and blocks in the bag too for him to play with.”

“I think we’ll put him in with our one-year olds”, the lady in charge suggested.  “That would be about right”, his mother agreed.  Todd looked downcast as he was led towards the one-year olds’ room.  “Be good Baby!” his mother called out.

When he was led into the room all eyes turned on him.  If his size wasn’t enough to attract notice his pink frilly baby dress and flouncing petticoats totally stood out.  He saw one little girl in a plain dress but all others were in trousers.  Eyes quickly went from his dress to his frilly nappy cover and the obvious bulge of a nappy on the teenage-size child.

“This is Baby Todd”, the lady announced causing further puzzled looks.  The grown-ups had clearly been warned to expect a teenage boy in a baby dress and nappy and just grinned broadly.  The babies may have been only one-year-old or so but they knew something was unusual.  Giggles broke out and babies pointed at him.  “I know that a boy in a dress is unusual but we accept all diversity nowadays”, the lady announced – not that the real babies understood.

Todd was directed to sit in a vacant spot on the floor.  His specially large rattles and blocks were fetched from his changing bag.  A rattle was pushed onto his mittened hand and he duly shook it to satisfy the on-looking ladies.

So everyone went back to their business and Todd sighed heavily as he contemplated a day amongst these real babies sitting there in his pink dress, his pink legs stretching out before him and his view as ever framed by the lace on his bonnet.

The first break in the monotony came at feeding time.  Two high-chairs were rolled into the room.  Then a particularly large one was wheeled in.  “Your mummy has supplied us with one of their special high-chairs due for sale soon.”  Todd cringed.  His high-chair was placed between the others and he was strapped in.  Two real babies were placed in the chairs either side.

“You can hold your own bottle can’t you?” the lady asked Todd, holding his specially large baby bottle.  Todd nodded and spat out his soother.  He took the bottle between both mittens and started suc-king on it.  “Good baby.”

As he suc-ked he was very conscious of how he must have stood out in his bigger high-chair, his frilly bonnet, pink dress with its petticoats billowing, his frilly nappy cover showing below and his long pink legs dangling in mid air.  The real babies either side in their sweaters and trousers giggled as they looked at him.

He finished the bottle as quickly as he could but had more to drink and the real babies were already being spoon-fed.  When he finished his bottle, a lady produced a large jar of their patented spinach and broccoli goo.  He sighed but had no option but to accept being fed the concoction.  When he winced the lady said “oh does Baby not like it?  But it’s so good for you” as she pushed another spoonful in.

The babies either side were rotated and the new babies started their bottles.  When Todd was spoon-fed the last of the large jar there was no need to move him as nobody else needed his special chair.

He twisted and wriggled as much as the straps would allow hoping to be let out but the ladies were busy with the real babies.  He just pushed his soother back in and suc-ked on it for comfort.

When one lady finally realized his boredom she came over.  “Would you like one of your toys?”  Todd nodded.  She fetched one of his rattles and pushed it onto his mitten.  “There!”  Todd still looked despondent.  He wanted out of the prominent high-chair.  But she looked at him expectantly.  He shook the rattle and she seemed happy and went off.

He looked down and a little girl on the floor reached up and shook her rattle in his direction.  He shook his rattle back at her.  She giggled and shook hers again.  Todd duly responded.  She giggled again and shook her rattle harder.

Todd knew from experience that babies could get endless entertainment from something stupid like this and it could go on for hours.  The ladies seemed pleased with  the ‘rapport’ he had struck up so he continued.

Eventually the little girl got tired of it and crawled away.  Todd actually frowned now finding he had nobody to play with.  “Oh look!”  A lady pointed to the window.  “The primary school children are out playing in the yard.  Your sister is there isn’t she?”

She proceeded to push Todd’s high-chair towards the window.  “Maybe you can see her.”  Todd whimpered and struggled in the high-chair.  He didn’t want to be placed in full view of the children in the primary school.  But there was no stopping her.  The lady pushed his high-chair right up to the window and locked the wheels.

It wasn’t long before children spotted the teenage boy in the big high-chair wearing the frilly pink dress, bonnet and pink tights.  A crowd gathered at the fence, laughing and pointing.  Lucy pushed her way to the front of it.  He could see her pointed at him and talking to the other children.  Presumably letting them know that this was her fourteen-year old brother, because their amusement only seemed to increase.

Todd felt that familiar warm feeling around his nappy as he wet himself.  His whimpering instinctively increased.  He thought it would at least get him away from the window if he needed changing.  He looked at the lady and pointed at his nappy as discretely as he could.  “Oh dear, are we wet?”  Todd nodded.  “We had better get you changed then.”  Todd was relieved that he would be taken away from the window.

The lady fetched his changing bag.  To his chagrin she held it up to the children to explain that she needed to take him away to get his nappy changed.  The children burst out into raucous laughter.  Todd was crying now as he was let out of his high-chair and led away to have his nappy changed.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Thank you so much for this latest chapter. You really hit the points I covered in my previous reply and took them to an even higher level!

Now at the creche he is the largest and frilliest baby by far, stuck with the one year olds and even they are laughing at him!

To top it all off, he was put on display to the entire elementary school and his little sister identified him for their further amusement.

The real icing on the cake is now the whole elmentary school now knows that not only does Todd dress like a baby, but he really uses the diapers he wears.

This opens up a lot of possibiliuties for further embarrasment for baby Todd.

[DaraJaney]

As Todd was led away to be changed many of the ladies in the crèche asked if they could help.  They all wanted to see the teenage boy having his old-style cloth nappy changed.  But they couldn’t leave their little charges so had to take it in turns.

Todd was too big for their changing station so lay down on a towel on the floor.  “Hold back your petticoats there while I remove your frilly panties and tights.”  Todd suc-ked hard on his soother and looked up at the ceiling, clutching his petticoats as his nappy cover was removed and then his tights.  Another lady came in and peeled off his wet plastic pants and then unpinned his soggy nappy.  There was another rotation and another lady cleaned him with baby wipes.  She had to handle his chastity but so far all of the ladies had been mercifully middle aged and not especially attractive to Todd.  The next to come in was much younger, must still have been a teenager, and she giggled on seeing his member all locked up.

Todd cringed.  His pen-is started growing.   â€œOh look!” she sniggered and held his chastity in her hands only making things worse.  The other lady grinned as she saw his attempt at an erection.  “Nnnngggghh!” Todd gurgled as his member hit its limits before he could feel any proper arousal.  The girl giggled again at the sight of his pen-is pressing desperately on the hard plastic.  “Baby Todd obviously likes you!  Just as well his mummy has him under control!”

Todd just cringed through the rest of his changing and was relieved when his tackle was safely covered by his nappy, then the plastic pants, then his pink tights and frilly nappy cover.  “There we are, all nicely tucked away”, she said as she patted the front of his nappy causing Todd to squirm again.

In the early afternoon the first mothers arrived to pick up their kiddies.  Their eyes immediately went to the big pink baby sat in the middle of the room playing with blocks.  “This is Baby Todd!”  Eyebrows raised.  “Todd?”  “Yes isn’t he lucky to have such a pretty baby dress?  Todd, show us your lovely frilly nappy cover.”  Todd winced but rolled over on his knees to crawl away from the ladies and reveal his lovely pink frilly bottom.

“How old is he?” the lady asked incredulously.  Todd was sitting on his thickly nappied bottom again.  “Fourteen I think, is that right?”  Todd nodded glumly.  “But really needs to wear nappies because he has no control.  Wet himself in his high-chair without warning this morning.”  Todd suc-ked hard on his soother.

He was really glad to see his mother when she arrived.  He was happy to be strapped into his reins for once.  At the gate he turned for home but was pulled back.  “No it’s letting out time at the school.  I’m picking up Lucy as well.”  Todd wanted to cry as he was pulled towards the gate of the primary school.

There were lots of mums waiting.  “Where did you get a baby dress that size?” one asked.  “Oh it’s specially made for him.”  “Him?”  Todd’s shoulders slouched.  Here we go again.  He tried to use the brim of his bonnet to hide his reddening cheeks.  “He’s got a fine selection of baby dresses now.”

A bell rang in the school.  Todd flinched.  He could hear the growing din of chattering children getting closer.  He flooded his nappy again.  He desperately tried to hide the fact that he was wetting himself.

Children ran out the gate and stopped and gawped at the big boy in the pink baby dress and nappy.  They all knew now that it was a boy.  “Mummy!  Look at the big baby boy in the frilly dress!”  “I know.  Isn’t he really pretty in that bonnet?”  Todd was still wetting himself.  Where was all the pee coming from, he wondered.  He was sure it was going to leak and produce an obvious wet patch on his pink tights.

Of course Lucy was one of the last out so the entire school had emptied out while Todd was standing there.  She was chatting with her teacher.  “So this is your big baby brother!”  Lucy was grinning proudly.  “I see he was in the crèche today.  Why don’t you leave him with us next time?” she suggested.  Todd frowned.  “Our class would be happy to look after him, wouldn’t they Lucy?”  “Oh yes!”  “We’ll take you up on that”, his mother told them.  She tugged on Todd’s reins and he finally got to head home.  She walked quite fast and normally he would be keen to get away as quickly as possible but pee was sloshing dangerously about in his plastic pants.  But if he tugged back and tried to walk more carefully his mother would be sure to know that he had wet his nappy and then everyone would know.  He had to waddle along quickly and hope for the best.

They’d gone about twenty yards when Lucy went “Mummy there’s a dark patch on Baby’s tights!”  Todd cringed.  His mother stopped and knelt in front of him.  He couldn’t see below his petticoats.  Lots of children and their mums stopped to see what was up.

“Oh dear, you’ve wet your nappy again and now it’s leaking onto your tights!” she announced loudly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were wet?”  All the children around were laughing.  Their mums knew it was wrong to but could barely suppress their amusement at the teenage boy in the big frilly baby dress with a growing damp patch on his pink tights.

His mother dragged him back into the crèche.  “I’m sorry but we need to change Todd again.”  The young lady smiled at him.  “No problem, come along sweetie.”  Todd winced as his member started to grow despite the hugely humiliating position he was now in. All the babies looking on as he was brought off to have his nappy changed again.

“Oh dear, your tights are soaked!” she noticed.  “Don’t worry, we have a clean pair in his changing bag”, his mother reassured them.  As if that’s what was worrying him – that he wouldn’t be able to walk home wearing pink tights!

[babycakes]

This is an epic story Dara Janey.  Thank you so much.  It seems that Todd's mother has to constantly deal with leaks.  Wouldn't it be easier for her to double or even triple diaper Todd.  If he can't waddle fast enough in the reins she can always employ the new stroller.  That's the beauty of cloth diapers, if more absorbancy is needed, just add another.

Earlier in the story when Todd's Mother and Mrs. Hamilton began the their new business, there was mention of a mother who was planning to treat her bratty teenage son the same as Todd.  Also, throughout the story there have been many mothers apparently intrigued by Todd's baby punishment.  I wonder if any of the mothers ordering from the new business or any of the mothers coming into contact with Todd might subject their sons to baby punishment and arrange for play dates with Todd.  In addition, the creche could expand its business specializing in minding big babies.  Wonder where the story will go?

Sorry for the long commentary but just love the story.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Now that you wrote your trademark phrase about pee sloshing in Baby Todd's plastic pants, I officially declare this story a Dara Janey classic!

I think that Baby Todd's fear of his nappy leaking and showing a wet spot on his tights really heightens his insecurity. Which humiliation to choose - either indicate that his nappy is wet, or hope that it doesn't leak this time and have someone else announce it to the world?

Will little sister Lucy be walking Baby Todd to her primary school, holding the reins and reminding him that she is the one wearing the pants and they are dry?

Is the primary school in the same direction as the school for the upper grades, and do they have the same starting and ending times? This would open up a lot of possibilities for teasing in both directions.

[DaraJaney]

Todd was strapped into his high-chair waiting for lunch when Mrs Brown arrived.  “We have a new food for you to try”, she told him.  Todd sighed heavily wondering what revolting concoction of root vegetables they had come up with this time.

“We’ve had a lot of customers ask if we could produce a formula for older babies.  One that would supply the dietary requirements of an older baby all in one bottle so that their babies could be fed nothing but the formula and remain healthy.”

Todd looked puzzled as she took from her bag a large baby bottle with an off-white liquid inside.  “So can we feed Baby Todd nothing but this formula for a month so we can then do blood tests and make sure that it is delivering all the necessary nutrients?”  “Absolutely we’d be delighted to be part of your trial, wouldn’t we?” his mother didn’t really ask Todd as she took the large bottle.

“The portions need to be quite large of course for our big baby”, Mrs Brown explained the large baby bottle.  “Of course”, his mother removed his soother and replaced it with the bottle of formula.  Todd started suc-king obediently and the thick liquid filled his mouth.  He swallowed and noted that there was practically no taste which in itself was disturbing.  At least it was better than the horrid baby foods they had devised.

His mother left him holding his bottle as he continued to suc-k.  The formula filled him up alright but there was little pleasure in it.  His mother eventually took the empty bottle and replaced his soother.  “So absolutely nothing but formula for a month”, she confirmed.  “Nnngggghh!” Todd protested.  The ladies just walked away and discussed the ingredients, ignoring Todd squirming and kicking his legs in his high-chair in protest.

On Sunday his mother insisted on a pleasant family meal together so he sat strapped into his high-chair positioned alongside the dinner table.  His mother and Lucy sat digging in to their roast chicken and gravy while Todd suc-ked unhappily on his tasteless formula.  A few pitiful whimpers emitted from him every now and again as the smell of the chicken got the better of him.

Lucy cut off a small piece of chicken.  “Mummy can I give Baby Todd just a little a taste?”  His mouth immediately watered at the prospect and he looked desperately at his mummy.  “No dear.  That’s very kind of you but you know he mustn’t have anything but formula for the whole month.”  “Nnnggggh!”  Lucy shrugged and popped the chicken into her own mouth.  “Only three weeks to go!”  Todd sighed and continued suc-king on his formula.

The next day his mummy took Lucy’s teacher up on her offer to look after him for a day.  Todd wanted to cry as his mummy fluffed out the petticoats on his pink dress, made sure his frilly nappy cover was pulled up straight over his pink tights and adjusted his bonnet.  “They are going to love you!”  Todd suc-ked hard on his soother as he was strapped into his reins.

They must have been at the school gates for fifteen minutes as lots of mums wanted to admire his baby outfit.  “And he really uses his nappies?”  “Oh he has to wear them now, he has lost his control.”  Todd squirmed in his tights actually desperate to get into the school now and away from this attention.

Lucy tugged him still on his reins into her classroom.  Most of the children roared laughing as Todd futilely tried to push his petticoats down as much as he could.  One puzzled girl asked “why is your big brother wearing a nappy and dressed like a baby girl?”

“Naughty Todd made fun of me when I had to wear training pants so my mummy put him in nappies as a punishment.”  He could tell from the children’s reaction that they thought that was fitting.  “And your neighbours thought he looked cute in frilly dresses and have kept him supplied since, isn’t that right”, her teacher added.  Lucy nodded enthusiastically.

Todd relaxed a little as the humiliating explanation appeared to be over.  “Of course, he needs to wear nappies now because he can’t control any more.”  Todd cringed.  The children all laughed.  He started wetting his nappy.

He was led to the play-pen set up at the top of the room and pushed in.  He was terrified that the pee sloshing round in his nappy would squirt out when he sat down and did so very carefully.  But Lucy knew the signs.  “Oh he’s wet his nappy already!”  All eyes turned on him.  “Oh dear”, the teacher came over.

“He only just had his nappy changed his morning”, Lucy told them all.  “I can’t believe he has wet himself already!”  The class laughed louder.  Todd started crying.  “Oh there, there, we’ll get you changed”, the teacher tried to sooth him.

She let him out of the play-pen and fetched his changing bag.  “How many nappies did your mother provide do you know?”  “He usually needs about four changes a day”, Lucy explained, “one after each bottle of formula.”  The teacher rummaged in the bag.  “Only two here, I supposed she thought that would be enough.  Let’s hope.”

Todd waddled towards the door, sniffling and suc-king hard on his soother as the children laughed.  “Take him to the nurse will you?” the teacher asked Lucy as she handed her his changing bag.

“I bet these children have never seen an old-style pinned-on nappy before.  We must show them later”, she added.  Todd’s eyes-widened.   â€œHhnnngg?”