A Model Son

[sweet baby katie]

Truly excellent story.  The slow sissyfied regression and growing acceptance of that condition is masterful.  Thank you.

[DaraJaney]

When they were finished their dinner Jake’s mother let him out of his new high-chair and led him to the utility room.  A table had been set up there to be a nappy changing station.  A selection of creams and powders stood ready for use and he saw a pile of nappies folded on the shelf.

His mother helped him up onto the changing table and proceeded to remove his booties, nappy cover and tights.  Then she peeled off his plastic pants and unpinned his soggy nappy.  Jake lay back and held up his petticoats to facilitate this in what was now a well-worked routine.

“HHnngg?”  When she started wrapping the nappy around him he realized that something was different.  It was a much thicker nappy.  “We’re starting a new bedtime routine from this evening”, his mother told him as she pinned the nappy in place.  “From now on it will be 7pm and we won’t be changing your nappy until morning so you need this thicker nappy.”  “NNngggghh!”  She pulled the plastic pants over his nappy.  His legs were pressed further apart by the thicker nappy.

She removed his bonnet and baby dress.  “And we have another surprise for you.”  He looked up with interest, still suc-king unhappily on his soother following the news of his early bedtime.  “A present from Andrea!”  His spirits raised a little, thinking of his lovely young minder from the creche.

His mother held up a large pink onesie.  “She had this when she was a teenager and thought it might be appropriate for you to sleep in now.”  Jake sighed heavily.  He’d been hoping for a more pleasant surprise.  His mother made him step into the legs of the onesie.  His feet slipped comfortably into the enclosed feet.  His mother pushed his arms in and buttoned it up the back.  “Perfect fit!”   Jake looked in the mirror and wasn’t so pleased.  The thick nappy made his legs bow and the bulge of the thick nappy was obvious under the snug onesie.

He was then struck by Andrea’s smell from the garment.  She had a lovely scent and Jake was now entirely enclosed in it!  His member started to stir but quickly met its match in the chastity device.  His mother opened the door for him to head for bed.  He grumpily thought that there was no way he was staying in bed this early.  7pm bedtime was ridiculous.  It would mean at least 12 hours in bed!  There was no way he was accepting that.

He had to waddle even more obviously in the thick nappy.  When Diane saw him struggling to walk properly she sniggered.  She opened the door for him and he frowned wondering why she was being so helpful.  When he walked into the room, he saw the large cot that replaced the bed he’d been sleeping in.  “NNngghhh!”

His mother and Diane quickly helped him along and up into the cot.  His mother raised the side bars and they clicked into place. “NNNGGHHH!”  “So we will see you in the morning.  You can see that there are some rattles, blocks and dollies for you to play with if you are not so tired.”

Diane pulled the curtains. It was still bright outside.  He could hear children out on the road playing.  There was a mobile hanging over the bed.  His mother turned it on.  It played a tinkly nursery rhyme for about ten seconds and then repeated it.  “There is a timer on this Diane.  How long should we let it run do you think?”  “Oh about two hours?”  The annoying short snatch of nursery rhyme was repeated every ten seconds.

“NNNGGGHHH!”  Jake shook the bars of his cot as they went for the door.  He scrambled to his feet.  The side bars came up to his chest.  He put a fleecy foot against the bars to try to climb out but they slid helplessly down.  They closed the door.  He desperately looked for the catch to free the side bars.  It was far too small for him to move with his hands in mittens.  He pawed at it desperately but it was no use.  He tugged at the mittens but knew well by now that they wouldn’t budge.

He flopped down on the cot, his pink fleecy legs spread apart by the thick nappy.  He was clearly confined to his new cot until morning.  He suc-ked hard on his soother and sniffled.  It wasn’t fair.  He took his favourite dolly and hugged her tight.  He noticed that there was a baby bottle of water in the corner of his cot.

He looked up at the annoying mobile, still repeating its irritating tune every ten seconds.  It was within reach.  He stood up and saw that the on/off button was recessed.  Again he pawed at it hopefully, despite knowing that he was going to be unable to move it.

He flopped down on his thickly nappied bottom again and hugged his dolly tighter.  He then realized that he was going to soil his nappy within hours.  He’d got into the routine of pooing around 8pm to annoy his mother and make her miss the start of her favourite soap.  This was presumably why he now found himself confined to a cot for the night.

He could hear them laughing from the TV room.  He could put if off for a while but he was going to have to poo before too long and would then be stuck in the soiled nappy for the night.

He lay back.  Andrea’s smell overpowered him again.  He was completely swathed in her scent.  His member tried to respond to his thoughts about Andrea but the hard down-curved tube again prevented him from getting any arousal or satisfaction.  He squirmed in his footed onesie and tried to reach the buttons at the back but it was pointless.  He was destined to spend the night with the constant reminder of her smell until it would at some point be replaced by the smell of his soiled nappy.  He suc-ked very hard on his soother and hugged his dolly very tightly.

It was going to be a long night.  He unenthusiastically picked up a rattle between his mittens and shook it.  He looked at the blocks to see if they had letters he could make into words but they just had cuddly animals on each side.  Still, each one made a different noise when he shook or squeezed it so he started playing with them.

[sarahpenguin]

Love his new and his playing with rattles and blocks in it waiting for fall asleep and somehow stay clean until morning :)

Kind of hope at daycare  his crush will teach him to act like crawling infants with more nonlettered blocks in his playpen there  because are for those are for kids who will learn how to speak and eventually read and write.  He should be taught to babble nonsene at the world through his pacifier or cry light a wordless infant for diaper changes and bottles. He should be taught to communicate like a babbles, giggles, smiles, frowns, and crying and only those.   He should be taught to crawl.  He should be taught to play like an infant would with his toys, grabbing some shaking or squeezing them, hugging them even, giggling like a happy baby every time a sound his made, even dropping his pacifier and then putting his toys and putting them in his mouth and giggle at the infatile feelings in his mouth like a playing baby wood, then put his pacifier back, then toss the somewhere in his playpen after a few and grab another baby toy from his playpen and go back to the list.  He should be taught baby games like peek a boy with delighted happy baby sounds and faces, copied from his crawling playmates at the daycare.  Perhaps even a drooling rule a set of matching dribble bibs too?

[DaraJaney]

Jake put it off as long as he could but he had got himself into the routine of an evening poo.  He squirmed in his pink fleecy onesie as he soiled his nappy.  He tried to get comfortable in the thicker nappy which was forcing his legs wide.  It seemed that the only way he could get comfortable was on his tummy with his bum in the air.  But that put his mess above him and he could feel it seep downwards in his nappy.

He hugged his dolly tightly and suc-ked determinedly on his soother as he contemplated a whole night in this smelly mess.  But the door opened and his mother peered in.  He thought he could see her nose twitch.   â€śAre you awake dear?”  “Mmmpfff.”  She came in.

“Since it is the first night of your longer bed-time and thicker nappy I’ll change you.  But this won’t happen again.”  Jake nodded gratefully.  She lowered the side bars and let him out.  It was a relief when his thicker nappy was removed.  He was able to bring his legs together and it felt so good.  But it was short lived.  After being wiped and powdered his legs were prised apart again and another thick nappy pinned on.

He waddled back to his cot and climbed in.  His mother locked the side bars in place.  “OK?”  He was so grateful not to be spending the night in his smelly mess that he smiled as he nodded.  “That’s a good baby!”  He wanted to frown at that but held his smile as she left the room.

He lay down.  He wasn’t a baby!  He suc-ked hard on his soother and clutched his dolly grumpily.  He tried to get settled on his tummy again with his legs splayed wide by his thick nappy.

It was obvious that his tactics of trying to be awkward for his mother and sister had backfired.  He now had a high-chair that he could be strapped into to ensure easy feeding.  He also had a cot that successfully confined him for his longer bedtime in a thicker nappy.  Maybe it would be better if he was more cooperative.

The next morning he had his usual morning poo and was relieved after changing to be put in a regular nappy.  He didn’t grumble as his sister dressed him in his lavender baby dress, white tights, frilly nappy cover and bonnet.  He tried not to cringe as she stood him in front of the mirror and fluffed out his short petticoats and tugged at the lace on his nappy cover so it was all neat.

He climbed into the highchair and cooperated with the straps over his chest.  “Do we need these?” Diane asked, pointing to the wrist straps.  He shook his head and she smiled. His mother handed him a bottle.  “Would you like to feed yourself?”  He took the bottle between his mittens and nodded his head.  He quickly spat out his soother and suc-ked on the teat.  They smiled as he kicked his white legs seemingly happily.

The whole atmosphere changed as they were clearly pleased with his acting properly like a baby.  He tried not to look glum as he climbed into his pram for the trip to the creche.  His mummy was pleased and left the netting off and the hood back a bit so he was fully visible to anyone they met.  She pulled his bonnet forward a little to shade him from the sun.

He tried to hold his smile and suc-k cutely on his soother and hug his dolly close as neighbours admired him.  “Oh he’s so cute!”  “You do love your dolly, don’t you?”  Jake cringed inwardly but nodded and continued smiling.

At the creche Andrea was as delighted as ever to see him.  “Oh did you like your onesie?”  Jake’s member immediately tried to respond to the memory of being encased by her lovely perfume all night but as ever he just felt a dull frustration.  He nodded and smiled.
 
Andrea led him to his play-pen and kept him amused for a while with his rattles and blocks.  Most other mothers came over to him as they dropped off their little ones.  “He seems to have settled in nicely”, one commented with an element of surprise.  “Yes, isn’t he adorable”, Andrea gushed.  Jake shook his rattle and the lady giggled.

It was mortifying but things seemed to go better if he smiled and acted like he was content.  But of course he wasn’t at all.  Still, Andrea was lovely and played with him much of the day.  He didn’t know that his mother was watching occasionally via the creche-cam and saw how he regularly crawled across the play-pen wiggling his frilly bottom to Andrea’s obvious delight.

[dolly bo peep]

I'm just catching up, and it's another Dara Janey classic!

Thank you for gifting us with your writing.

I did the marathon read. After I read through the cafe maid part I had to change into a fresh diaper, at the same time in your story when Jake was put into nappies.

I'm looking forward to your next story.

[DaraJaney]

Jake noticed that his mother was continuing to make clothes at home in her spare time.  In fact, it looked like she was making another baby-style dress.  He tried not to think about having to model another humiliating baby dress in front of an audience.  He was trying to be good.

Whatever she was making was going to be mostly pastel yellow gingham.  She added pastel pink trimmings – lace hems and little bows.  He watched from his play-pen as she started on a matching bonnet.  To this she added a large pink bow at the back with long ribbons trailing down.  Then she started on the nappy cover.  He cringed as row after row of pink lace was stitched onto the yellow gingham.  But she left a round gap in the frills at the back.  Eventually she sewed a pink heart into the centre of that gap.  The matching mitten covers were the last part.  Then she produced a massive petticoat – it must have had five layers and stitched this to the dress where it flared at breast level.

He tried not to look too terrified when it came to trying it on.  When she buttoned him into the dress he couldn’t put his arms down but had to rest them on the voluminous petticoats.  She placed the bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin.  As she pulled the ribbons the brim of the bonnet closed in and he was left with his view of the world framed in pink lace.

He couldn’t see what she had pulled onto him below the petticoats but he was now wearing pink tights and his new yellow gingham nappy cover with the lines of pink lace and pink heart on his bottom.  Then she tied on the matching covers for his mittens.

He waddled over to the mirror to see the damage.  He looked like somebody in a tomato or plum costume the way his arms rested on top of the layers of petticoats.  He could now see the pink lace on the lower half of his nappy cover and his pink tights.  He suc-ked hard on his soother.

He tried to twist so that he could see how bad was the pink bow on his tush.  But the wide brim of his bonnet with its pink lace trim prevented him from being able to see it no matter how he contorted himself.  His mother and Diane were standing behind him though and he could see in the mirror they were looking below the back of his baby dress and giggling.

“Isn’t it just gorgeous?”  He tried to smile but it couldn’t have been more than a winsome grimace.  He wondered when he was going to have to model this for a party of mothers.

His mother led him to the play-pen still in the new dress though.  They had acquired a bigger high-sided play-pen for home now too which was just as well because his petticoats would have filled the previous one.

Jake sat down in the centre and looked up helplessly as the others went about their business.  He realized that there was no modelling session planned.  This dress was made and designed for him and him alone!  He suc-ked hard on his soother at this realization.

He wanted his dolly.  He looked around and saw his favourite lying on the floor of his pen.  But his arms didn’t reach the end of his petticoats.  He leaned towards the dolly as much as he could in his seated position but the petticoats were too vast.

He had no choice but to get onto his knees and crawl over to his dolly.  As he did this he heard tittering behind him.  He tried to look behind but still the wide brim of his bonnet prevented him.  No doubt they were giggling at the pink heart on his bottom which must now have been presented nicely amidst the layers of petticoats as he crawled.

He picked up his dolly and quickly turned to sit down.  He ended up in a tangle of petticoats which took some organizing much to the amusement of his mother and sister.  He wanted to distract himself with his toys but now his best rattle was on the other side of the pen.  Once again he had to crawl because of his vast petticoats.  He wished he could see just how bad the pink heart on his bottom looked but then again maybe it was better that he couldn’t see.

On his next day at the creche he was dressed in his new yellow baby dress.  He tried to be brave about it – complaining or grumpy behaviour only ended up making things worse for himself.  They seemed to have arrived at the peak drop off time and there were lots of mothers there to see his arrival.

Heads turned and mothers elbowed each other to not-so-discretely ensure that others saw the display.  Jake ended up facing a dozen or so mothers – framed in the pink lace of his bonnet – all gazing disbelievingly at his outfit.  “Give us a twirl” his mother insisted and started him off by pushing his shoulders around.

When Jake turned his back on the mothers there was a gasp first of all, followed by tittering and “oh isn’t that pretty!”  Jake cringed.  He wished he could see how it actually looked.

Andrea beamed as he waddled into his play-pen.  He sat in the middle of petticoats not wanting to move while there were still so many adults around because of the inevitable flashing of his frilly pink bottom.

“Why don’t you pick up the block with the sheep on it?” Andrea prompted him.  He cringed inwardly but couldn’t resist her smile.  He turned to crawl over to the block and heard the gasps and giggles all over again.

[sarahpenguin]

whee :)  He has a best rattle :)