A Model Son

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, Poor Jake and Janice.  It wasn't embarrassing enough to be up on the stage in their baby clothes.  They had to be up there, dressed like they were with dirty nappies/diapers. After they were judged, they had to stand in the queue in-order-to be changed.  WOW!!!!

GREAT chapter as usual from a GREAT writer.   ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

[DaraJaney]

Jake and Janice were strapped back into their new strollers again, being pushed around the fete by their mothers.  Jake spotted a candy floss stand.  He pointed with his mittened hand “nnnggggh!”  “What’s that dear?”  “Nnngggghhh!”  He pointed again and tried to look back at his mother but the wide baby blue lace of his bonnet prevented that.  Janice joined in, whimpering through her soother and pointing too.  They were both quite hungry at this stage.

“No, no” Janice’s mum intervened.  “You’d get that all over your pretty dresses and bonnets!”  The two teenage babies slumped back in their strollers with disappointed groans stifled by their soothers.

Shortly afterwards Mrs McKean came into view.  Their eyes immediately locked on her bulging breasts which by now meant lunch to the teenagers.  They instinctively starting suc-king on their soothers, disappointed as ever at how unsatisfying that was compared to suc-kling on her nipples.

“There you are!” she cried, rushing towards them, her breasts bouncing temptingly in her halter-top.  Both teenage babies were squirming in the stroller straps, their tummies suddenly feeling even more empty.  “The food tent is over there, shall we go there for their feed?”

They waited impatiently as their strollers were pushed through the gaping crowds to the food tent.  Mrs McKean sat on a bench.  “Who’s first?”  Janice’s mum started to undo her straps.  Jake looked on frustratedly.  Why did she always get to go first?  He’d been back in nappies longer than her.  He should get priority.

But he had to sit and look on, suc-king hard on his soother while Janice sat on Mrs McKean’s lap and lay back.  Mrs McKean exposed a tit and Janice immediately spat out her soother and started suc-king gratefully. Onlookers gasped at how eager she was to be breast fed.  Wasn’t she mortified at having to suc-kle in front of a crowd of people?  Jake sat there wishing it was him in the centre of the crowd, filling his tummy with warm sweet milk.

It seemed like an age before Janice was fed and Jake was freed from his stroller and waddled quickly over to Mrs McKean who was switching breasts.  He was similarly unhesitant in suc-kling eagerly on her breast.  “It’s not right”, someone commented in the crowd, “a boy doing that!”  Someone beside them blurted “that’s a boy?!” looking at Jake’s pink baby dress, bonnet, frilly nappy cover and tights in a new light.

Just then Jake’s sister Diane arrived at the front of the onlookers licking at a stick of candy floss.  “Don’t worry.  He can’t feel any arousal.  His naughty parts are locked tightly out of harm’s way.”  Jake glared at her but didn’t even slow his rate of feeding from Mrs McKean’s breast.  He shifted slightly, trying vainly to relieve the discomfort of his boy parts that were desperately trying to grow and straighten while being prevented by the hard down-curved plastic tube.

Eventually the show was over and the teenage babies were restored to their strollers, Diane and a friend taking over the operation of ensuring that they were well displayed to everyone at the fete to maximise their chances in the Bonny Baby competition.

“All Bonny Baby contestants to the main tent for the announcement of the results.”  Jake and Janice could only hope for the ordeal to be over as soon as possible as they were pushed towards the main tent.  They were freed from their strollers for the climb up the steps to the stage.

This time there was much less sick feeling in their stomachs.  Everyone had seen them at this stage in their matching complete baby outfits, frilly covers stretching over their ultra-thick nappies.  The winners of the under-1s and 1-to-2s were announced and moved to the front of the stage.  Then all eyes went to Jake and Janice for the announcement of the over-2s winners.  They were resigned to their fate.  Even the mothers of the other over-2s contestants were grinning at them fully expecting the frill-covered teenagers to scoop the prize.

They were duly marched to the front of the stage, harnesses linked together when they were announced as winners.  The tent filled with laughter and applause.  They were about to turn away but their mothers held tightly on their reins as the compere announced “and now the overall winners are …”

They sighed heavily as they stood there, legs splayed apart by their thick nappies, hundreds of people looking up under their petticoats at their frilly nappy covers in anticipation.  Even the two other mothers were clearly keen for them to win.

They were announced as the town’s Joint Bonny Baby winners and presented with their vouchers for the local baby supplies shop “Bibs and Bobs” to much laughter.  They were quickly faced with the flashing cameras of local newspapers and websites, their mothers holding up the pink and blue winners’ rosettes proudly.  They then made a play of being unable to decide which teenage baby should have the pink and which the blue rosette.  They pointedly shrugged that it didn’t really make any difference and everyone laughed.

There seemed to be no end to the appetite for photographs but their mothers had had enough.  Their strollers had been brought up to the stage and they were strapped in and pointed to the front of the stage.  Their mums fluffed out their petticoats and straightened their bonnets before leaving them there for everyone to get as many photos as they liked.

[dolly bo peep]

DaraJaney,

Wow! I read your last 2 chapters thoroughly twice so I could really appreciate each and every indignity Jake and Janice suffered!

I imagined myself in Jake's dress and nappies, having to waddle up the steps, then pooing my huge nappy and having it announced to the world, followed by having to do the waddle of shame in my nappy now thoroughly wet and filled with heavy squishy poop that moved around with each step. Instead of mommy changing me, I had to be in the care of my and Janice's former classmates who took joy in mocking us while we were in line for the changing tent. With no doubt, we received at least one swat on the seat of our nappies, further spreading the squishy poo inside and increasing our discomfort.

At least I was changed in a tent with only a few girls to see and giggle at my locked chastity device. But after that, after I was denied a little candy floss, I was very publicly breastfed by Mrs. McKean and my own sister, enjoying the candy floss that I couldn't have, announced to all that my boy parts were under lock and key.

Then it was back to the stage for further humiliation, capped by being strapped into my stroller up on the stage next to Janice, with both of us on full display for all to take photos and videos, knowing that we would be featured in newspapers, television, and internet podcasts and blogs. I think at that point we would lose all control and cry the most we ever have in our lives, being so upset that the breast milk from Mrs. McKean sped through our digestive systems so we both wound up being stinky babies in soiled nappies again, this time sitting in our mess. After the eventual waddle of shame down the stage steps again in a filled nappy, I would hope that our mommies had brought enough nappies so we wouldn't have to endure a derision-filled uncomfortable stinky trip home.

I don't know if this would be too dark for this story, but since Janice is on birth control, is it within your realm of story possibilities that she may start lactating? If that happened, would Mrs. McKean continue breastfeeding Janice only, and would Jake be dependent on Janice for his nutrition?

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, What can I say that dolly bo peep hasn't already mentioned.  That was another GREAT chapter.   8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)

[DaraJaney]

The following weekend Jake and his mum were invited over to Janice’s place on Saturday morning.  The first ominous sign for Jake was that a concrete ramp had been installed beside the front door which otherwise had a few steps to be negotiated.

As Jake was pushed up the ramp in his stroller he could see it was obviously brand new and a strong indication that Janice’s time in baby dresses and nappies was not intended to be temporary.

They were welcomed and Jake was ushered into Janice’s high-sided play-pen in the sitting room.  Jake’s mother disappeared for a while during which Janice’s mum proceeded to potter about in the garage and front garden.  Jake meanwhile explored Janice’s collection of brand new rattles and dolls.

Jake’s mum returned in her car.  He was curious as to what was going on but could see little from the confines of the play-pen, which of course had a baby-proof catch on the side bars so neither of them could open it with their hands disabled in padded mittens.

Eventually their mothers appeared to have finished what they were doing.  “Now let’s move your play-pen outside.”  The teenage babies were let out and stood puzzled while the play-pen was reassembled in the front garden.  They looked at each other ruefully as they realized that they were going to be displayed in the front garden in their matching baby dresses.

But as they waddled down the steps at the front door they realized that their mothers had been setting up a garage sale.  They were ushered into the play-pen again and the side bars were locked in place.  They stood in their baby dresses with matching bonnets, frilly nappy covers visible beneath their short petticoats, thick stripey tights keeping them snug in the morning chill and looked at the array of goods offered for sale.

Their normal clothes were laid out on tables and dangled from hangars with price labels attached.  As their eyes scanned the merchandise it became clear that all of their old clothes were there.  A large notice was placed on a placard “Must clear!”.

Another table had their teenage board games, laptops and computer games at giveaway prices.  They looked at each other and suc-ked hard on their soothers.  If all of this sold, they would have nothing left to wear but their baby dresses and nothing left to play with but dolls, rattles and blocks.

They pawed at the side-bars of their play-pen, slightly stunned but knowing that there was absolutely nothing they could do except stand there, bow-legged in their thick nappies and watch as their former life was sold off.

Customers started to arrive.  “Oh how adorable!” they smiled at the teenage babies.  Jake and Janice plonked down in their pen on their thickly-nappied bottoms.  At least when sitting down their vast petticoats hid the frilly nappy covers.

They tried to distract themselves and shook their rattles and hugged their dollies but couldn’t take their eyes off the scene as their old lives disappeared in front of them.

Their school friends arrived and held up their jeans and shirts for size and gave them a teasing wave as they took their items away.  Diane stood by the play-pen watching too.  “I hope you love your baby dresses because they are all you’re going to have to wear after this.”

But by Noon there were still a number of less desirable items left.  The teenage babies retained hope that all might not be lost.  Anything would be better than their baby outfits.  Then Janice’s mum put up a new sign - “Free to take!” above the “Must clear!” sign.

Jake and Janice sighed heavily as the last items were eagerly grabbed and taken away.  The tables were now bare.  Naked coat hangers jangled on the rails.  They looked at each other and their eyes went up and down their outfits.  They really had nothing to wear now but their bonnets, baby dresses, nappy covers, tights and booties.

They were ushered inside again.  “You must see what we’ve done to Janice’s room.”  Jake hadn’t seen her room before but it was obvious that all had changed here too.  Apart from being decorated just like his sissy nursery in pinks and other pastel colours, the inner and outer walls had been replaced by full glass walls.  There were blinds and curtains to pull across at night but it was clear that during the day Janice could be easily observed in her nursery from inside and out.  There was no privacy.

When they entered Jake could see that the changing table and dressing table had been built into the walls.  The drawers had the words “Nappies”, “Plastic pants” and “Nappy Covers” carved into them and painted in pastel colours.  A sink had been installed and fully plumbed.  He looked at Janice and could see her dejected face.  There was no doubt that her time in nappies was not going to be short.  But Jake’s future was no brighter.

Outside the glass wall the first thing Jake noticed was a good sized swimming pool.  Janice’s mum clearly made good money.  There was an overhang outside the nursery and two large baby bouncers dangled from a beam.  “Wasn’t that nice of Janice’s mum to put in two bouncers so you can play together!”

They were duly strapped in.  The bouncers were angled towards each other so each of them could observe the other bouncing in their reverse coloured baby dresses.  Janice’s mum pressed the start buttons on the wall.  Jake was propelled up and his petticoats parachuted on his descent.  Then Janice followed suit.  The mothers stood tittering as their teenage babies were bounced alternatingly.  Each could see the other and appreciate just how ridiculous they looked with their fluttering petticoats and long legs just about tipping the ground in their stripey tights.

[nappy1]

This is too perfect for the mothers there has to be a sudden thud for them to be brought back to reality and some sort of retribution active against them.

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, Jake and Janice are officially babies now.  All of their clothes have either been sold or given away while the two of them sat in the playpen and watched their former life dissolve in front of them.  Janice's nursery will allow others to see her because of the glass wall.  When they both aren't in the nursey, they can be found in their bouncers.

Another great chapter.   :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D