A Model Son

[Andlat]

Nothing shows the passage of time quite as well as his hair being long enough to be put in curls! It's a shame he's not really able to skip along and feel them bounce due to his attire, but I suppose he's not losing the curls anytime soon!

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

I'm catching up and really enjoy the last couple of chapters.

Putting Baby Jake in the super thick nappy and having him in tinkling reins so he has to waddle along is a great touch!

How kind of Andrea to gift mother the electric curling pins and tongs. Now Baby Jake has the weekly settings to look forward to, along with the daily refresh with the tongs, not to mention the ringlets growing in length as time passes.

Will Baby Jake now be waddling everywhere guided by someone holding his reins, or the pram still be used for faster transportation over longer distances, with a transfer to reins and waddling at the destination?

Which option do you think would show off the presence of the thick nappies more,
larger diaper covers which match each dress, or bloomers of a contrasting color?

[sarahpenguin]

And rumor has it DaraJaney you live on the moon and are it's undisputed regent and wield all the powers the moon brings to the world in addition to your writing gig :) Care to comment?

How did you find out?  :)

Text analysis of all your writings have strong similarities to astronauts writings who have visited there. 

Nah I guessed :)

[DaraJaney]

Mrs McKean was a regular visitor to their house with her daughter.  She may not have wanted to dress her little girl in frilly dresses but seemed to enjoy seeing Jake in his.

“Vicky is in hospital for a few days for checks”, she explained one day when she arrived alone.  “She seems to have some tummy trouble.”

Jake played in his play-pen with his rattles and dolls while the women chatted.  He looked up when his mother went “Oh dear.  You seem to have a problem there.”  Mrs McKean followed her eye-line and looked down at her front.  There were damp patches on her blouse.

“Oh no!  I completely forgot.  Oh I hate that damn breast pump!  I’ve left it at home.  I can’t walk home like this.”  Jake’s mother stood up.  “Don’t worry I can get you a clean blouse.”  “Thanks but this is going to continue.  Sorry I’m just not used to brining it everywhere.”

“Well I think we have a solution for that”, his mother said opening the side gate in Jake’s play-pen.  “Come along dear.”  Jake didn’t initially make the connection.  He rolled over and scrambled to his feet.  His mother steered him towards Mrs McKean.  She was unbuttoning her blouse.  “Are you sure?”  She looked dubiously at Jake who had stopped dead, realizing belatedly what was proposed.  She looked pointedly at the front of his nappy.

“You know he’s neutralized and can’t get any arousal”, his mother reminded her.  “Oh yes!”  She was warming to the idea.  “Come along now, it’s meal time!”  She patted her lap.  Jake’s member was already pressing against the limits of his chastity device with just the thought of it.

He resisted but his mother pushed him along.  Mrs McKean pulled him onto her lap and removed her maternity bra.  Jake couldn’t believe what was happening.  Much as he would have loved to do something like this - not while he was locked into this chastity device which was now coming under what seemed like irresistible force.  “Nnnggghh!”

Mrs McKeen pulled the soother out giving him a rare opportunity to speak.  “Bu…mmmppphhh!”  She pressed his mouth to her nipple which was already wet with breast milk.  Jake automatically suc-ked at the patch of milk but more squirted into his mouth from her breast.  He swallowed and it just felt natural to continue suc-king.  “There we are!” Mrs McKean settled down.

Jake could feel his face burning with embarrassment.  His boy’s parts pressed and pressed at the hard plastic but despite suc-king continuously on this woman’s breast he could feel no proper arousal.  The sweet warm milk entered his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow.

“Oooh!”  Mrs McKean was clearly deriving some pleasure from his suc-kling.  His mother raised her eyebrows.  Mrs McKean gave a guilty chuckle.  “This is rather nice!”  His mother smiled and turned away leaving her to enjoy her arousal.

It wasn’t fair.  Here he was squirming with discomfort over his member being prevented from reacting as it should while she was oohing and aahing with pleasure!

Eventually Mrs McKean said “that’s probably enough dear” and Jake gratefully pulled away.  He went to scramble off her lap as quickly as possible.  “The other side silly!” she chastised him.

Jake cringed but allowed himself to be manoeuvered to the other breast and had to repeat the whole process and same sense of intense frustration there.

“Thank you so much”, Mrs McKean said to his mother as he continued to feed.  She plucked at his bonnet to straighten it.  She felt under his petticoats at the front of the nappy to make sure nothing untoward was happening – though she would hardly feel anything under the thick nappy, heavy tights and frilly nappy cover.  Rubbing her hand there only made Jake squirm even more.

“Why don’t you continue feeding him while Vicky is in hospital”, his mother suggested.  Jake would have babbled some protest but for his mouth full of nipple.  “Oh thank you!  I do hate that breast pump. And this is rather fun”, she giggled.

So Jake’s relief at finishing his mortifying breast feeding was short lived.  “See you in a few hours for your next feed then”, she tittered.  Jake’s member couldn’t settle with the immediate memory of his feeding from Mrs McKean’s breast, not to mention that it was going to happen again every few hours.

[krystalasbaby2017]

The control on the wall was well out of reach.  There was nothing he could do but suc-k



on his soother and look out at his growing audience.

Haha, wow.  That's a very clever way to put the dresses on display!  I'm sure that's all Mom is really trying to do, not humiliate her poor little model. :P  Love to see the room finally changed over for the baby girl.  What a nice room for a sissy little baby to feel safe and sound and protected from those mean boys outside.

I am sure little jake will love his new nappies and baby toys.  In time he will get use to them. I think the humiliation of the girls seeing the sissy and his chastity is worse

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

I really like this story. Jake will be breastfed for at least the next few days.

Mrs. McKean might have some friends (or some of the creche mothers who can nurse him right there) who are also nursing who are producing more milk than their babies can handle and also really dislike using a breast pump, so Jake may be switching to a breast milk diet. Jake's digestive system might not always agree with it and Jake might sometimes loudly expel gas from either end, to his further embarrassment and the amusement of everyone else.

Will either sister Diane and her friends or the lolita girls (or both at different times) babysit Jake and take him out to various places (park, shops, cafe, etc.) with him waddling on public display in the jingling reins? They can use the reins to secure Jake from waddling away if he has to be left for a few moments with someone else (such as old football playing former classmates) watching him?

Either/or Mother, Diane, Andrea, might think that makeup would go great with his hair but applying it every day was too much trouble so Jake would have permanent makeup tattooed on.

[DaraJaney]

Jake was strapped into his high chair beside the dining table as his mother and Diane had their dinner.  Diane’s foot tapped impatiently, looking forward to seeing her brother breast-fed before being put in his cot for the night.

Jake looked enviously at their dinner of chicken burgers and chips in gravy.  “NNngggghhhh!” he gurgled through his soother, pointing at Diane’s plate and kicking his pink legs in frustration.  “No sweetie.  Your dinner is coming later”, his mother told him and they both laughed.

Jake was changed into his pink fleecy sleeper when Mrs McKean came to feed him.  He was mortified as Diane watched eagerly as he climbed up on her lap.  He was starving and had no choice but to take the only sustenance available to him.  He suc-ked eagerly at her breast, relieved that his belly was receiving some nourishment.

Diane was grinning from ear to ear, seeing her brother suc-kle enthusiastically.  He was focusing on suc-king and didn’t realise that his hands, well strapped into his padded mittens as always, were pawing at the front of his nappy in frustration.  Diane thought it was excellent that they could have her naughty brother suc-king on a woman’s breast without him being able to get any arousal.

When Jake was fed he climbed into his cot and his mother locked the side bars in place.  She turned to Mrs McKean.  “You have a key to get in for his night feed?”  She held it up in confirmation and smiled at Jake who was looking sheepishly through the side bars.  How was he going to sleep with this image of him suc-kling on her breast in his head now and no ability to do anything to satisfy it.

A couple of days later Jake was relieved to see Mrs McKean arrive with little Vicky in hand.  Finally, an end to his humiliating breast feeding.

“So she’s much better now then”, his mother asked.  Mrs McKean smiled.  “It seems she has developed lactose-intolerance.  Apparently this was normal in all human babies to wean them off breast milk and free the mother up for the next baby!”

“Gosh!” Jake’s mother sat down.  Mrs McKean looked at Jake in his play-pen.  “Ready for your next feed sweetie?”  Jake cringed.  He could see that she was full of milk.  His mother opened the side of his pen and he waddled over to his feed – hopefully his last.

“Would you like a banana or something?” his mother asked Vicky who was giggling at Jake in his pink baby dress being breast fed.  She nodded enthusiastically and his mother went off to get one.

Jake looked across enviously at Vicky savouring her banana as he suc-ked on her mother’s breast.  “Why don’t you continue feeding Jake so?” his mother suggested.  Jake tensed as he continued to suc-k.

Mrs McKean looked to Vicky.  “What do you think Vicky?  Should mummy continue breast feeding Baby Jake?”  Jake prayed for a negative reaction but Vicky nodded her head and giggled.  “That’s settled then.”  A soft groan of protest emanated from Jake but he was too hungry to stop suc-kling.

The Lolita girls asked his mother if they could take Jake out with them for their Saturday afternoon get together.  She was only too happy for them to.  Jake stood in his yellow gingham baby dress, his arms resting on the enormous petticoats, trying to push them down so the pink lace heart on his thickly nappied bottom wasn’t so obvious.

They pushed him in the pram towards the bus stop.  They saw no need to pull the hood of his pram up or use the lace netting to conceal him because they figured they were all done up in frilly dresses so he didn’t look so out of place in his poufy baby dress and bonnet.

But of course Jake was mortified on display in the bus, in the pram bay just behind the driver where everyone getting on and off could see him.  He must have looked a picture lying back on his lace-trimmed pillows, clutching his dolly and a rattle, his lengthening ringlets now with little bows tied to each one.

They had tea in the maid cafĂ© where the owner and Jake’s former maid-colleagues doted over him.  They had been kindly provided with bottles of Mrs McKean’s breast milk to feed him during the day.  “I’m sure it’s not the same as the real thing”, they giggled presenting him with the rubber teat of his large baby bottle.  It was a relief for Jake for once not to have the frustration of suc-kling on a real woman’s breast while frustrated by his chastity device.

Then they were off to the park.  Jake was allowed out of his pram and stretched his limbs appreciatively.  But then he froze when he heard the all-too-familiar tinkling.  He turned around to see his harness being held in front of him and he had no choice but allow himself to be strapped into it before being tugged waddling and tinkling to the busy duck pond.

Regulars were used to seeing the Lolita girls but this one in an obvious thick nappy under the very short baby dress raised eyebrows.  One of the girls twiddled with the end of the pony-tails on her wig enviously.  “His ringlets are so long now!”  A few people stopped and stared.  He?  Those tight sausage curls are not a wig?!