A Model Son

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Your last chapter really checked a lot of boxes!

It looks like Baby Jake is on a breast milk only diet for now. I really liked it when newly weaned Vicky agreed that Baby Jake should be breast fed, to his further humiliation.

It was very kind of Mrs. McKean to use the breast pump she dislikes to provide Jake with Saturday lunch when she couldn't conveniently be there. Is there a Saturday public picnic in the future with Mrs. McKean and Vicky where Baby Jake gets to breast feed? If so I hope Jake can keep his hands from making an even more embarrassing display.

Will a highlight of lunch time at the creche be a visit by Mrs. McKean, who conveniently lives or works close by, to provide Jake with his noontime nourishment?

Maybe Jake will be the exception to the rule of babies becoming lactose intolerant, or just become a bit intolerant gradually, so he burps loudly after a time at the breasts or bottle, not to mention a similar loud sound (and maybe something else) coming out the other end.

It was great that Mother found the time to alter the heart embroidered diaper cover to fit over Jake's thicker nappies so it could be shown off at the park outing with the lolita girls. Maybe she also did that for the custom diaper covers for all of Jake's outfits.

So far the outing with the lolita girls seems to be going well. I think they will treat Jake kindly and gently.

Will Diane and her friends be so considerate of Jake? Would they take him to the mall and feed him his bottle at a table in the middle of the crowded food court and if Jake poops his nappies, then strap on the reins and lead him to their favorite changing station at the other end of the mall in a tinkling, smelly, waddle of shame?

I'll close this post now because it's time to change out of my own wet, sticky diaper.

[DaraJaney]

One day after his afternoon nap Jake was surprised to find himself being dressed in his prettiest yellow gingham baby dress and the pink frilly heart on his nappy cover.  His mother took the curling tongs to his ringlets, which had only been permed the day before, and then placed his bonnet carefully on his head before giving him a playful tweak on his nose.  Something was up.

She brought him out of his nursery.  He waddled into the living room, arms resting on his enormous petticoats.  “SURPRISE!”  The room was full of neighbours, Lolita girls and Maid CafĂ© regulars.  “It’s your first baby birthday!” his mother announced.  There were pink balloons everywhere with a jaunty fat number 1 on them.

Jake thought about it.  It must have been one year now since he was first put back in nappies - that first day he was made to model the baby dress.  He would never have been so cooperative that day if he’d had any idea that he would still be in nappies a year later!  And he needed to wear his nappies now.

He was rushed back into the nursery where more balloons and baby girl decorations had been hastily added.  They lifted him into his high chair, lowered the tray in front of him and strapped him in.  Jake looked sheepishly at the ring of people now surrounding him and he suc-ked hard on his soother and squirmed in his high chair.

The ring of people was broken as his mother came in bearing a birthday cake with one big candle.  They started singing “Happy Baby-Birthday to you!”  His mother placed the cake on the tray of his high chair.  “Happy Birthday Baby Jake!” they continued to sing.

“Blow the candle out!” someone shouted.  “Wait!”  His mother insisted.  “Photos first.”  She fetched a large rattle and placed it on Jake’s mitten in one hand and then tucked his largest dolly under his other arm.  She tugged at his bonnet to get it straight and fluffed out his petticoats.  She pulled his tights up to smooth out any winkles and straightened the lace around his knitted booties.

Then she stood beside Jake in his high chair to pose for the photos.  Lots of cameras were pointed at him flashing.  He noticed many of them kneeling to get a low angle, no doubt so show up his bulging thick nappy under the frilly nappy cover.  At least his frilly pink heart was under his bum!

“OK now you can blow out the candle” his mother told him, popping out his soother and letting it dangle on its strap.  He could see most people switching their cameras to video mode.  He blew the candle out to cheers.

They started cutting the cake.  Jake’s eyes bulged at the mass of cream and chocolate.  A slice was placed before him.  Then Mrs McKean appeared.  He could see that she was bulging with milk.  “I think Baby Jake needs a proper feed before he ruins his appetite.”  There was generally agreement and Jake was freed from the high chair, looking longingly at the slice of cake which was being taken away.

Mrs McKean sat and Jake was pushed towards her already bursting within his chastity.  Everyone looked on eagerly as Jake climbed onto her lap and starting suc-kling from her breast.  A few people who didn’t know about this already gasped.  “He’s being breast-fed?!”  His mother smiled.  “Yes, regular feeds – she even comes in during the night to feed him, isn’t that right Vicky?”  Mrs McKean’s little daughter giggled in agreement as she took her slice of birthday cake.

“But 
 how can she let a teenage boy suc-k on her breast?  You know 
”  Mrs McKean gave a devilish smile.  There was little doubt she got a kick from this.  “Oh he can’t feel any arousal.  His little boy’s thing is tightly contained.”  Jake squirmed as he continued to suc-kle.  He knew by now that this couldn’t be rushed.  He was just going to have to suc-kle from both breasts until she was happy he’d had enough.

Strapped back into his high chair, everyone wanted a photo or video with Baby Jake.  He was required to shake his rattle or suc-k on his soother for the videos while the plate with his slice of cake sat on his tray.

Eventually it was agreed that Vicky should spoon-feed him his cake.  Someone fetched a box for her to stand on so she could reach Jake’s mouth.  She was about to feed him and his mouth was open to receive when photographers shouted ‘hold it there for a moment’.  Jake looked longingly at the slice of chocolate held up before his open mouth for a few seconds before Vicky was given the all clear and pushed the spoon in.

The taste of the chocolate was so gorgeous he wanted to savour it.  But Vicky had excitedly held up another spoonful already.  He tried to receive the spoonful even though he hadn’t swallowed the last load and it all went wrong.  Vicky missed the target slightly and chocolate smeared around his lips.  At the same time some chocolate from his mouth spilled out and dribbled down his chin.

His mother rushed forward with tissues.  “Mind your pretty dress!”  She saved the day capturing the chocolate in the tissues but lots was still smeared around his face.  “Could somebody get the face wipes please?”  Those who had their cameras on video for his feeding were delighted with the turn of events - Baby Jake comically getting chocolate smeared on his face!  Lots more photos were taken before the wipes arrived and his mother was able to clean him up.  “There we are - all clean again.  No more chocolate for you though”, she ordered as she checked that his best baby dress had escaped unscathed.

Jake frowned as the remainder of his slice of cake was taken away.  His mother pushed his soother back in.  “Nnnnggghhh!”  He kicked his legs in their white tights frustratedly but everyone just laughed at his little tantrum.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

Thank you for that lovely chapter.

What a baby birthday surprise (and cake disappointment) for Jake!

Now the whole neighborhood, along with the lolita girls and maid cafe crew have seen ALL of Jake's embarassing situations and got to take lots of photographs and videos to remember and share on social media.

I think that having Vicky as the one to spoon feed the cake and smear it on Jake's face was the move of a master writer.

After Jake was finally let off his high chair, then everyone could enjoy a good view of the embroidered heart on his rear end while he waddled around his his thick, very wet nappy.

Was the last part of the party having the guests retire to the yard to watch through the window while Jake was in the bouncer? Did they get to be even further amused by Jake overflowing his nappy and his tights getting wet spots?

I'm glad I changed into a fresh diaper before reading the chapter. So far it has contained the wetness and stickiness.

I'm looking forward to your next chapters, and of course your future stories.

[DaraJaney]

Jake was transferred to his play-pen and guests at his baby-birthday party started queueing up with presents for him.  Naturally all of the presents were wrapped in pink or nursery patterned paper.  Jake was unable to unwrap them himself of course but Diane was only too eager to help.  She even handed some to little Vicky to unwrap since she was more capable with her hands than Jake.

Not surprisingly they were all dolls and baby toys.  Jake was expected to show his appreciation to the giver by hugging the dollies and duly trying out the rattles, toys with bells in them or that squeaked when pressed.

Occasionally one of the toys would be misjudged and too difficult for him to handle with his hands in mittens.  Once he had fumbled vainly with it his mother or Diane would conclude that it was too difficult for him (“oh yes, it says from 2 years old”) and pass it on to Vicky.

Lots of his guests wanted photos presenting his gift to him for which he was usually required to stand up so that his thick nappy and frilly nappy cover could be seen in the shot.  Some of them took videos in which they could be seen patting his thickly nappied and very frilly bottom and he would dutifully hug his new dolly or shake his new rattle.

His mother came over when he had finally opened all the presents.  “Is your nappy wet sweetie?”  He was surprised at the question since his thicker nappy could take several wettings and he wasn’t sure how many times he had wet this one since the morning.  He didn’t always notice anymore.  He thought it was best to nod.

A couple of people who obviously hadn’t realized his full predicament put their hands to their mouths.  “You mean he has to use his nappies?!”  His mother chuckled.  “Of course he does.  He needs to use his nappies, don’t you sweetie?”  Jake cringed but had to nod his agreement.

“Hop up!” his mother ordered, patting the changing table.  Jake winced at the idea of having his nappy changed in front of all the guests at the party but had no choice but to obey.  Those who hadn’t realized that he needed to use his nappies crowded in closest to observe his changing.  A couple of them asked to examine his chastity device more closely.  Jake didn’t know where to look as they jiggled the device and giggled at the way his little member was pressing hard at the sides.

As the crowd was dwindling, Mrs Palmer who owned the Maid CafĂ© came over to have her photo taken with him, now back in his high-chair.  “What a fun party!” she commented to his mother, looking around the prettily decorated nursery.  “Thank you.”

“Next year would you like to have his baby-birthday party in the Maid CafĂ©?”  “HHHNngggg?” Jake questioned through his soother.  She was just assuming that he was still going to be in nappies and baby dresses for another whole year!  Jake looked around his completely and elaborately redecorated room, his extensive collection of frilly baby dresses, the complete absence of anything he had when he was a normal boy and realized that it was not an outrageous assumption.

“That would be wonderful, wouldn’t it?” his mother answered, seeking endorsement from Jake.  He was stunned.  He’d even stopped suc-king on his soother for a moment.  He slumped in his high-chair at the prospect of another year waddling around the town in a very thick nappy, frilly baby dresses with matching bonnets, nappy covers and tights.  What was the point in giving his opinion – it never mattered.  His mother just did what she wanted anyway.

“I’ll book it in to my calendar.  Perhaps we could make it an annual thing!”  Mrs Palmer added.  “Excellent idea!” his mother agreed.  Any idea of getting out of nappies and baby dresses was receding far into the future in Jake’s mind as he sat there strapped into his high-chair, legs dangling in mid-air.

The women moved off leaving Jake to his thoughts.  A few moments later a girl wandered up and looked Jake up and down incredulously.  Jake only cringed a little as he was now so used to people taking a moment to take in his ridiculously sissy and babyish appearance for a teenage boy.

“I can’t believe you let them do this to you!” she said.  “NNNGGGGH!”  Jake demonstrated his mittened hands and tugged on the straps keeping him in the high-chair.  She understood.  “I can’t believe they are allowed do this to you!”  Jake silently agreed, still suc-king on his soother.

“I’ll speak to my mother about it, she’s a lawyer”, the girl added.  Jake nodded enthusiastically.  Having been just confronted with a future in nappies for years to come, he now had some hope.

“Come along Janice!”  The girl turned to her mother who was looking Jake up and down impassively.  It was rare that his situation got no reaction.  “Coming.”  As Janice left the room she looked back and nodded to Jake to confirm that she was going to pursue this.  Jake raised his rattle towards her a shook it, then realized that was pretty stupid.

[dolly bo peep]

Dara Janey,

That was another great chapter.

What a great series of one humiliation after another for Jake - having to depend on Sister Diane and Vicky to unwrap each present, show gratitude for baby presents that he is probably bore him to death, and pose for pictures. Additionally there is the frustration of dealing with the enforced clumsiness of the mittens so a few gifts get passed on to Vicky.

Building on that embarrassment has to be the public diaper change with the chastity device in full view of all of the attendees so now they all know and most have photographic evidence. When I started reading the chapter, the diaper I was wearing was dry - not any more!

Now he is faced with the prospect of years of no control of bladder or bowels, on constant display in nappies and petticoats, with a full public annual birthday party exhibition.

Is Janice's mother Jake's last hope for continence a boy clothes?

I'm sure going to tune in for the next chapter!

[Sissy Little Girl]

DaraJaney, Another great segment in the babification of Jake.  He sure looks like he will be in diapers and baby dresses for a long time.  That is unless the little girl's mom can get him out of his situation.  I bet, though, that the mom lawyer helps Jake's mom further his baby life.  We can only speculate what will happen next. ;D

[babycakes]

What an excellent twist to throw in when Jake's hopelessness is probably at its peak.  Don't see Janice's mother being able to do much to extricate Jake from his situation but her inability to do so should end Jake's last real chance at freedom.    After all, he needs his nappies now so the other clothing is really extraneous.

Wonder if Janice is too much of a rebel and her mom is considering whether to impose Jake's discipline on her?  Long shot but not impossible.

Thanks for continuing this excellent story.  The potential plot twist really reinvigorates the story line.