Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo

[CuddleBunns]

You are right, sarahpenguin. Two years old was clearly an overestimation of the kind of mental age the Jenna wants Buttercup to pretend he has. I'm not going to spoil any specifics, but lets just say that if you think Buttercup's mommy should be treating him the way that Jenna and Beth do, you're going to be very happy with the ending I have planned!

[CuddleBunns]

 Eventually the princesses were all introduced and it was time for the contest to truly begin. The neat line we had all been filed into was broken up by Elaine, who hurriedly shuffled us to the side of the stage while two stagehands in colorful, frilly gowns appeared from off stage with a large pink teddy bear in their hands, as well as a bag full of props. I could tell from the glimmer of bright pink and blonde in the corner of my eye that one of them was Roxy, who gave me a playful wink as she walked out onto the center of the stage to begin setting up for the first real part of the competition. The colorful stuffed bear was placed directly in the middle of the platform for all to see, and the bag of props was emptied before it, with multiple smaller toys scattering about at the teddy bear's feet. Elaine promptly took her place next to it to begin explaining the rules of the first competition. The bear looked absolutely gigantic next to her, easily coming up to 3/4 of her height. She playfully ruffled the fur on the enormous stuffies head before speaking.
 
 "Everybody knows that a proper little princess must be kind, compassionate, and loving. For our first competition of the evening, we will test out how these little ones can demonstrate their love for this gigantic stuffed teddy bear. Each contestant will have their turn to interact with the large and loveable beast, and they will be judged based on how kindly or unkindly they treat it. Contestant number one may begin when they are ready. Good luck!"
 
 Moments later a small girl in a pink sailor suit with a matching large bright pink rose in her hair was led directly to the center of the stage by her mother. The girl was obviously one of the older princesses in the group, probably about four years old, and seemed to have an air of confidence about her. Her mother let go of her arm once they reached the large stuffed animal, and the girl wasted no time in walking up to the bear and giving it a big hug as well as a small, friendly kiss. The audience ooed and awwed at the adorable act, and it was very clear that she had been instructed by her mother on exactly what to do beforehand. Jessica shook her head in disbelief and then tilted it down at me, looking me directly in the eyes. A determined look was plastered across her face. "See that princess? THAT'S the one we need to look out for. You need to do something even cuter than that if we're going to win this thing", she said to me in a quiet, yet still incredibly pumped up voice.
 
 I stared off into the distance as the girl was led back to our group and the next contestant was quickly hurried up to take her place. "Win this thing...", I laughed to myself internally at the absurdity of Jenna's statement, "Why do I care if we win this thing? I don't even want to be here."
 
 Still, the spirit of competition was clearly in the air. The next few contestants would have varying degrees of success in their interaction with the large plush creature, and Jenna seemed incredibly tense the entire time. It was like she was a serial gambler at a race track. She either muttered words of disappointment under her breath or excitedly mouthed the word "yes!" as princess after princess was led to the bear and left to work their magic. One little girl offered the bear one of the toys off the ground, an act of compassion that the audience clearly appreciated, while another younger girl simply sat on the ground in front of it and ignored the bear entirely, choosing to instead play with the toys herself. Girl after girl was led up and brought back while Jenna, as well as the other parents, intently watched the whole thing with hawk-like eyes.
 
 In what felt like a very short amount of time, the sixth contestant began to return and I was reminded that it would now be our turn to be led out. Before I even realized what was happening, Jenna had already grabbed my arm and began pulling me towards the center of the stage, causing me to snap out of my mental daze and stumble as I tried to regain my balance. "Remember...be the most adorable little sissy baby you can be", she muttered discreetly from the side of her mouth, finally letting me go with a loving tap to my diaper into the center of the stage, right back into the entire audience's direct line of sight. All of my anxieties very quickly returned and my legs once again began to heavily shake at the prospect of being the center of attention. I coyly grabbed a small stuffed rabbit off of the ground and began a short walk over to "give it" to the bear, thinking that it would at least score me some compassion points in the tally. However, in all my unease and distress I instead found myself tripping over my own feet and beginning a rapid, humiliating descent forward and downward. My pink-white barbie sneakers quickly disappeared from view as I felt the momentum of my fall lift my frilly pink skirt up and reveal my embarrassing diaper covers to the entire audience. My body fell on top of the stuffed bear with a muffled plop, knocking it down so I was now laying on top of it with my legs spread wide around it's torso and my big, puffy bottom directly on display for all to see.
 
 After a moment of awkward silence, the audience began to shriek with laughter at my pathetically adorable blunder. I stayed on top of the large stuffed animal and closed my eyes, trying to drown out the horrible, emasculating jeers and giggles that were now echoing from all around me. I could not will myself to move, no matter how hard I tried, and my obviously diapered sissy butt remained the focal point of many amused, pointing fingers. If things could get any worse than this, I did not want to know.
 
 Elaine walked over and waited a moment for the laughter to die down, before crouching down and tenderly beginning to rub my back. "Ohh honeybunch...I'm so, so sorry. At least you tried, right baby?", she cooed down to me sympathetically, although also still broadcasting it into the microphone for good measure. Clearly she thought that her words of encouragement would help me feel better, but instead I only felt worse. Jenna walked over to where I was laying and casually picked me up. Giving me a kiss on the cheek, she waved to the audience and quickly made her way back to the side of the stage.
 
 "That was amazing!", Jenna whispered excitedly, "I don't know if I've ever seen you do something so adorable in your life! I mean, falling like that probably won't score you any points, but oh well. Even though I'm disappointed that we won't win, it was worth it just to see your adorable tush in the air like that. You should act more clumsy all the time."
 
 I cringed and held back tears as I stewed in my own disappointment for the remainder of the first round. In all, it did not seem to go on too much longer, as there were only about five or so more contestants left after me. The competition afterward wouldn't be nearly as humiliating, and definitely not as noteworthy, but it was still pretty embarrassing. In order to test our "elegance" as princesses to be, we were made to ride toy horsies around the stage while elegant baroque music set the mood in the background. This was not done with nearly as much grace or structure as the first competition, since it's very hard to do anything with complex rules when toddlers are involved, resulting in a very chaotic mass of girls romping around the stage with almost no rhyme or reason for about two and a half minutes. The audience seemed to mostly check out for this one, although I could clearly hear the odd chuckle or jeer resonating from the stands at multiple different points in time. I can't say I entirely blamed them either. I must have looked incredibly lost and silly as I mindlessly wandered around the stage, bouncing up and down with the stick of the toy horse between my legs like some kind of z-grade film extra. Occasionally I would slow down a little, only to see Jenna shooting me a very nasty look, causing me to resume my energetic bouncing with feigned excitement. The fact that my diaper was still wet caused me to begin chafing slightly from all the friction of hopping up and down, and by the end of the second round of the competition I was beginning to grow increasingly uncomfortable.
 
 After my humiliating horsie ride, there was a brief cooldown period to give the chaperones time to calm their children down and take care of whatever needs had to be taken care of. By now there were a couple of contestants that were in dire need of a diaper change (including me), and we were all led off the stage to an area behind it where a small building housing restrooms was located. Jenna grabbed my hand and led me back with her down the stairs, and before I knew it I was lying on the ground next to a group of three or so mothers changing their toddler's diapers. I felt so incredibly small as Jenna slid the diaper covers down my legs and began to untape my sagging, squishy wet pampers while I laid on the floor completely exposed. "Wow, you really had to go didn't you baby? These are some of the wettest diapers I've ever seen!", she said in surprise as she folded up my used diapers and placed them next to her. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the diaper bag, she began to unfold it when her eye suddenly caught sight of the diaper covers, piquing her interest. "Oh no sissy, look! Your pee pees leaked right through your diaper and got your covers all wet! Lucky for me I brought extra!"
 
 Jenna dug back into the diaper bag and pulled out a similar looking cover, except this one had a reverse color scheme of pink and white, rather than the white and pink that I was previously wearing. She held them up proudly and gave me a big smile. "See baby? These one's might be even prettier to be honest. They're even your favorite color!"
 
 I placed my hands over my eyes and ignored her. By this point I was too mentally exhausted to care what happened next or what she dressed me in. I just wanted to go home and lock myself in my room forever. At least then I would be able to get some privacy, which was something I had next to none of right now. As Jenna slid the new diaper under me, I noticed the woman who had confronted us earlier was also in the rest room with us, except she was using the diaper change table to take care of her actual toddler. She looked down at Jenna changing me on the floor and shook her head, smiling. Due to Jenna's wild stories about me being mentally incompetent, it was beginning to seem as though everyone truly viewed me as the equivilent of a little baby, or at the very least was convinced I deserved to be treated like one. Suddenly, I felt Jenna stick something inside of my butt when nobody was looking.
 
 "Whoa", I dumbfoundedly cried out in disbelief, feeling jolted from the alien sensation.
 
 "Oops sorry baby", Jenna said sympathetically, "That was just me cleaning you out a little." I did not know whether to believe her explanation or not, since the sensation of something foreign inside of my rectum remained, although I figured it could also be my mind playing tricks on me. I stared up at the ceiling for the remainder of the change, wishing only for an escape from this carnival of demeaning humiliations.
 
 Within minutes I would find myself back on the stage, readying myself for the final princess trial of the day as an unknown stagehand hurriedly walked from contestant to contestant and handed us small, plastic tiaras. Jenna fixed the tiara on my head, and from looking around I could see that most other adults were doing the same for their own young ones. Elaine once again appeared in front of the crowd, eager as ever to explain our last embarrassing task. She tapped the mic to test that it was still on before holding it up to her face and excitedly beginning to tell us exactly what we would now be doing. "For our final competition tonight, we will be testing one of the most important skills that a princess can have; Dance!", she told the crowd enthusiastically. "The rules of this competition will be simple. The princesses-to-be and their wonderful older chaperones will simply dance on stage for all of us to see, and the judges will decide afterward which pair among them looks the most princess-like. Good luck my pretties!"
 
 The sound of ABBA's Dancing Queen suddenly started to emanate from the loudspeakers beside the stage, signalling to all of the contestants that the dance number would now begin. Before I could even process what was happening, Jenna had already grabbed both of my arms and was beginning to spin me around and around, moving me haphazardly in every direction and manipulating my limbs like a ragdoll. Beads of sweat were starting to form on my body as I nervously remembered the mistake I had made the first time I was on stage, and I focused on trying desperately not to lose my coordination as I had then. By the time the first chorus had started, Roxy and some of the other members of the staff wearing princess-like gowns began to also make their way onto the stage, joining us in our musical romp. By the time the song was halfway over, even Brittney herself had joined us, eliciting a bombardment of excited scream from the crowd and doubling the amount of energy that one could feel in the air. Brittney seemed to be seriously enjoying herself, moving from pair to pair and giving the little ones a once in a lifetime chance to dance with her hand in hand. The youngest ones did not seem to care, but the older toddlers who actually knew who she was latched onto her like vultures circling their next meal. For most other people on stage, I'm sure the whole experience was a lot of fun.
 
 I, however, was understandably not as positive about the whole thing as everybody else was. As I nervously pranced about the stage with Jenna like some kind of trained poodle on a leash, the constant movement began to somewhat upset my stomach. I tried to ignore it at first, figuring it to be some sort of passing feeling that would go away eventually, but the longer I moved around the worse it began to feel. Jenna seemed to notice the faces I was making as I squinted and concentrated on trying to ignore the inevitable. A sadistic smile spread across the corners of her face.
 
 "Uh oh diaper girl, looks like it's wor-king!", she said in a teasing tone of voice, clearly amused by something I did not yet comprehend.
 
 "What do you mean it's work-", I was suddenly cut off before I could respond to Jenna's statement by the sensation of my shoulder being tapped. Jenna stopped forcing me to dance and freed me to turn myself around and see who it was. I spun my body 180 degrees and nearly gasped in shock. It was Roxy, as beautiful as ever and still decked out from head to toe in princess gear. Her body towered over mine and exuded an air of confidence that made me weak at the knees. Staring directly into my soul, her incredibly pretty hazel eyes seemed to hypnotize me in a way few others could. She placed one arm on my shoulder and looked over at Jenna with a wickedly devilish smile. "Mind if I take lil Pete here for a spin?", she asked Jenna with a smooth, sultry voice that made me want to melt. Jenna giggled to herself and nodded.
 
 "Go for it", she responded.

[Sissy Little Girl]

CuddleBunns, That was a fun chapter.  Buttercup really acted like a mentally challenged child.  Falling into the giant teddy bear was priceless. Now that they are dancing, little Buttercup is beginning to feel something is wrong.  He will find out very soon.  This is going to be GREAT!!!!

[CuddleBunns]

Roxy could feel my hands trembling in hers as she pulled me away from Jenna and began to lead me in a much less intensive slow dance. My movements were unsurprisingly not very coordinated, especially considering the fact that I had fawned over this woman for practically half of my entire time at grade school. Plus there was the matter of my upset stomach at hand. "What's the matter, little guy? Is this the first time you've ever danced with a woman?", She asked me with a teasing inflection, causing my already red cheeks to glow twice as bright.
 
  "Y...Yes...It is", I answered honestly (not counting the many times I had been forced to dance with my cousins), hoping that maybe on some level she may still viewed me as a potential romantic suitor. I had based this assumption purely on the fact that she wanted to dance with me, and her method of sharing a dance seemed much more intimate and romantic than Jenna's had. Still, dressed as I was, I had my doubts.
 
  Roxy giggled and pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in so tight that I was now only inches away from her body. I gulped as a steady, all-encompassing heat spread throughout the length of my body, followed by a sharp increase in the kind of nervousness that comes with being near one's biggest crush. Her steady warm breath seemed to reach out and touch me in a way that made me feel like I was getting intimately close to her, and the sight of her wonderful breasts in front of me caused my tiny little pen-is to begin growing embarrassingly hard.
 
  Her face seemed playful as she licked her lips and studied my reactions to her latest move. "Didn't think so. I can tell this is your first time", She said in a sultry voice that was like butter to my ears. "Just do what comes natural and keep being completely adorable. That shouldn't be very hard for a little sissy like you. You have nothing to worry about. Except maybe dirty diapers." She punctuated her last sentence with a playful pat on my diapered bottom. My confidence that she wasn't simply teasing me immediately dwindled, and I began to feel very, very uncomfortable in my current position.
 
  Roxy would continue to teasingly move me back and forth around the stage for a short while longer, until I eventually felt a sharp increase in my stomach pains. Sweat began to pour out from my body as the haunting realization of what was happening finally dawned on me. "Umm Roxy", I gently whispered, trying as hard as possible to keep my voice low enough that nobody else could hear me, "I really have to use the bathroom. Like, bad."
 
  Roxy raised her eyebrows at me and refused to let go of my body. "Oh, for some reason I thought you did that stuff in your diapers. Can't you just wait until the end of the song? There's only about a minute left", she begged dismissively, continuing to sashay around the stage with me hand in hand. I tried so hard to please her, holding on and ignoring the pressure as it tried to rip and tear its way through my intestines. After a few more seconds, however, things were beginning to get very dire. Roxy felt a snag of sudden resistance as my feet stopped moving and my face grew incredibly red.
 
  "Noooo, I can't...this can't be happening! Somebody help me! I'm going to-" The final wave of intense cramping hit my stomach and suddenly, it all became too much for me to handle. Within moments I found myself hunching over and squatting down as a wave of disgusting, sludgy poop noisily forced its way out of me and heavily expanded the seat of my diaper. A warm, smelly brown cushion was soon enveloping my entire bottom, causing Roxy to let go of me and stare down at me with wicked amusement, no doubt highly entertained by my embarrassing, pathetic indignity. It wasn't long before everyone on stage, and soon after that the entire audience, stared at me with open mouths as I tearfully squatted down and continued to fill my diaper.
 
  Once the music stopped, the entire amphitheater grew silent except for the sound of my grunts and moans, not to mention the occasional rip of gas exiting my tortured, defeated and diapered behind. After a few excruciating seconds of everything being so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, a barrage of laughter the likes of which I had never heard began to scream through the air. The entire audience, as well as most people on stage, began absolutely losing their minds at the sight of what I had just done. I opened my tear-stained eyes to see an ocean of little girls and their families pointing at me and laughing, many of which holding up cell phones to record my entire humiliating ordeal. Among the audience of howling attendees was Beth, who simply smiled and gave me a thumbs up upon making eye contact with her. A second wave of tears was now pouring down my face as I felt my legs go completely limp, sending my dirty bottom hurling downward towards the stage with a messy plop.
 
  She had finally done it. Jenna had so thoroughly emasculated me that I would never be able to recover from this again. No matter where I went or what I did, I would forever be nothing more than the big sissified baby who messed himself and cried on stage in front of an entire crowd of people. I looked up at Roxy in a misguided search for comfort, only to see her holding her nose and laughing hysterically at what I had done. The warm, messy feeling underneath me was an ever present reminder that this was all real and actually happening. I would never be taken seriously as a man again.
 
  After what felt like an eternity, I felt somebody slide one of their arms under my legs, using their other arm to support my back, and lift me up in an incredibly infantile and embarrassing manner. I cleared away my tear-stained eyes and instantly recognized that I was looking up at Jenna's smug, grinning face. I buried my head into my hands and cried some more, looking like a true infant as Jenna quickly carried my body off stage. "Awww, didn't quite make it, huh? Have fun with your diaper change, sissy", I heard Roxy's fading voice yell out to me as the commotion of the amphitheater began to slowly disappear further and further back into the distance.
 
  Pretty soon I found myself being carried back behind the stage and into the ladies restroom. Jenna kicked the door open and casually began to lay me down on the ground, merrily humming to herself while she readied my changing supplies. "Why? Why did you do this to me?", I cried out in humiliated agony, tears gushing down my face as I continued to sob. "How could you do something so mean and embarrass me like that?"
 
  Jenna chuckled, shaking her head as she reveled in just how absolutely pathetic and emasculated I looked before her. "Easy, Buttercup", she responded with a playful boop to my nose, "I did it because it was fun. Because I wanted you to finally learn what it really means to be my pathetic, adorable little baby doll. And make no mistake sissykins, that's exactly what you are now. Ever since we were kids, I've always wondered how far I could go if I really wanted to turn you into my very own personal little pet. To be honest, I thought I'd already taken things to the furthest extent possible the very first time I pulled those embarrassing pink pull ups up your little legs. Do you remember those, Buttercup? The cute widdle pwincess ones with cinderella? I bet you're missing those right now, aren't you little girl?"
 
  She emphasized her point by reaching a hand down and jiggling the seat of my poopy pampers. I winced as the full, sloppy weight of my mess moved around and further squished against my bum. As she began to untape my diaper and begin my diaper change in earnest, Jenna continued her humiliating monologue about the current state of my existence. "I wouldn't be surprised if everyone you know stops talking to you after today. With how many people were in that audience, there's no way this won't end up on the internet for everyone to see. That's okay though, it's not like you ever had many real friends anyway. Besides, me and Beth will always love spending time with our favorite little girl, and Aunt Tess seems to be growing very fond of you too! Plus, between you and me, I heard a few rumors that our baby might be getting another wonderful member of the family to take care of her soon. I won't spoil who it is though, it's a surprise."
 
  Within a matter of minutes, Jenna had cleaned me up with expert efficiency and was beginning to tape a new diaper onto my waist. Just as she was finishing, however, the bathroom door swung open and Beth ran inside to greet us with a huge, satisfied smile on her face. "Got your text about a crying baby", she said as she dug into her pocket and pulled out my pacifier, "Hope this helps!" She reached down and stuck the pacifier into my mouth, instantly muffling my cries as if my feelings didn’t matter and I really was just a petulant child crying about nothing. The two girls then helped me to my feet and began to bring me outside, where my stroller was waiting and ready. After setting me down into the stroller, Beth gave me a hug and congratulated me for successfully making a mess in my pants. "You did good Buttercup", she said with a giggle, "You really went the extra mile in convincing them that you're nothing but a stinky little diaper pooping baby! I'm very proud of you, cus! I'm sure this was a Prettiest Princess competition that no one will ever forget!" I hung my head in shame and began to suc-k on my pacifier for comfort, no longer caring how embarrassing or ridiculous I looked. After what I had been through, how could I?
 
  Having missed the end of the competition due to my accident, we regretfully did not get to witness the results of the prettiest princess competition. Still, Jenna and Beth figured there was at least one more thing they wanted me to do before we left the zoo for good. Twenty minutes and a long line full of teasing children later, we would finally leave the gates of the zoo carrying a framed picture of me nesting comfortably on Princess Brittney's knee, dressed in my fairy wings with my bright pink diaper covers on full display, suc-king on my pacifier like the disgraced infant I was. By the time Aunt Tess' car pulled into the parking lot and it was finally time to leave, I had never been so utterly eager to leave a place in my life. Jenna opened the door to Aunt Tess' sedan and ushered me out of the stroller and into the car. However, what I saw as I climbed into the vehicle genuinely surprised me. "Do you like the new booster seat I bought for you, Buttercup? I found it this morning after I dropped you guys off", Aunt Tess gleefully said as she stared at my shocked expression in the rear-view mirror. Jenna walked up to the side of the car and looked at my new car seat, giggling to herself at the thought of forcing me into it.
 
  "I think it's adorable Mom!", Jenna said to her mother, tapping the cushiony seat of my new infantile device with her finger in order to usher me down into it. I let out a defeated sigh and did as she wanted, lowering my diapered butt down and spreading my legs so she could fasten the straps and lock me in. Soon Jenna and Beth loaded themselves into the car and we headed back to their house, where I would find my final and worst surprise yet waiting for me.

[Sissy Little Girl]

CuddleBunns, That was one enjoyable and messy Prettiest Princess competition.  Poor Buttercup was put through her paces during her ordeal.  Great chapter.

[CuddleBunns]

 The car ride home from the zoo only took about half an hour, but it felt like it lasted a million years. Having faced a lifetime of humiliation in only the span of a few hours, I seemed to be unable to do anything except stare out the window and zone out with a defeated, hypnotic expression. Jenna had taken it upon herself to hook her phone up to the aux cable and play some of Princess Brittney's original music, as if to prevent me from mentally escaping the constant flashbacks of what had just transpired. I continued to suc-k on my pacifier while the childish tunes raged on around me and gave a deep, depressing sigh. At this point I was too devoid of energy to show even a shred of resistance towards my impending fate.
 
 Eventually I was broken from my trance by the sight of my home street, and I felt a wave of relief at the thought that at least I would soon get to change out of this embarrassing, infantile outfit and head back home. Only a few moments later however, a cold shiver began to slither down my spine as I noticed that we were not slowing down in front of my Aunt's driveway as I had expected, instead continuing on our course down the street. We were now heading the very same direction as...
 
 My eyes began to violently widen. "No! You're not taking me home like this! My mom will kill me! Please!" I suddenly screamed out in terror as the sight of my painted white garage and my Mom's blue SUV popped directly into view. The three women laughed at my ineffectual, pitiful command.
 
 "Oh baby, I assure you that your mother won't mind what we've done one bit", my aunt said to me with a confidently domineering gleam in her eyes, "and besides, she's known about your little double life as Buttercup pretty much this whole time. I've been sending her updates on your transformation from the very beginning. In fact, it's been very, very difficult for her to keep it a secret. The way she gushes about all the adorable pictures and videos I've sent her, I'm surprised she didn't spill the beans too early and spoil what's in store for you already."
 
 The words hit my ear drums like a bullet, shattering a piece of my mind beyond repair. My mother knew. She knew this whole time. She'd seen every picture of me playing with dolls in pig tails and pink pullups. Every video of me dancing around Jenna's room to "I'm a little tea pot" in a cute little sailor suit. Every video of me sitting merrily with my toys in my playpen, forced by threat of blackmail to giggle along to the jovial tunes of Sesame Street and answer every question about the alphabet with glee. Every. Single. One. A pit was now beginning to open up in my stomach, and a very dark picture of my future was beginning to form in the recesses of my mind.
 
 Taking obvious enjoyment at my shocked reaction, Aunt Tess and my two cousins were all giggles as they exited the car and opened the door closest to me. Jenna reached her hand into the car and unbuckled my seatbelt before grabbing my arm in an effort to usher me further towards my doom. Much to her annoyance, I wouldn't budge. "If you don't come with us, I will blister your bottom in the middle of the yard, right here in broad daylight", she barked with an extremely unamused tone. It was much different than the way she usually spoke to me, and I could tell she meant business.
 
 "Bu...but...", I began to stutter incoherently while staring directly into her piercing hawk-like eyes. She raised one lone eyebrow at me, as if to ask me through subtle body language whether I really wanted to test her patience. I, of course, did not. Like the weak willed little sissy that I was, I let her drag me out of the car and grab tightly onto my hand, confident that even if I wanted to, I had zero chance of breaking away for an escape. "See?", she said to Aunt Tess and Beth with a smile as she pulled me even closer, "Who ever said that dumb little babies can't be smart?"
 
 My legs were now shaking with the force of a magnitude 7 earthquake as I was led hand in hand directly up the length of the driveway and to the front door. My aunt rang the doorbell and happily hummed to herself while we waited there for what felt like an eternity. She seemed very entertained and was grinning wildly at the sight of me nervously looking over my shoulders, making sure there were no curious neighbors in sight. Much to my horror, a slight gust of wind came though at the exact moment I began to hear the door unlock, lifting my skirt up to reveal my plastic panties right as my mother caught her first real life glimpse of me and squealed.
 
 "EEEEEEEEE!!! MY BABY!!! MY LITTLE DARLING BABY!!!", my mother instantly shrieked out in joy, taking in the sight of her adorable, limp wristed infant of a teenage son. Before I could even process an explanation, she had already practically pulled me inside and into her arms for the biggest motherly hug I had ever received, not wasting any time before excitedly beginning to smother my cheeks in a barrage of wet, embarrassingly sloppy kisses. She continued to rock me back and forth in her arms for some time, babbling and making baby talk to me while I struggled to breathe against the fully engulfing force of her large breasts.
 
 While this was happening, my aunt and cousins decided to awkwardly make their way inside. "Hello Donna!", my aunt called out with a friendly wave, followed by a gesture inviting my mother in for a sisterly hug. My mother obliged, thankfully releasing me for just enough time that I could gasp and catch my breath. The two women embraced each other for a good few seconds before my aunt continued. "I take it you like what we've done with the baby then?"
 
 "Like it?", my mother gushed excitedly in return, "I LOVE it! I never knew that my handsome little boy could make such a beautiful little girl! The outfit, the fairy wings, the soft fluffy diapers...it's all just...oh Pete!" My mother sounded like she was about to faint, turning around to wrap me into another overbearing hug. "You make such a wonderful baby princess, I'm so proud of you for having the courage to ask your cousins for help embracing this side of yourself! When Aunt Tess sent me the video of you in that adorable, fluffy cotton dress asking them to treat you like a prissy little toddler, I knew right then and there that this was the real you all along!"
 
 I had no response to the insanity that was happening all around me. Somehow it had not dawned on me beforehand that every video my cousins had taken of me was staged to look like I was enjoying myself! My mother now genuinely believed that not only did I want to be a sissy baby, but that it was my idea in the first place. I whimpered coyly as I tried to think of a way out of this ever deepening sinkhole of a predicament. "It wasn't my idea though. They made me do it mom. They took embarrassing pictures of me and then threatened to use them as bla-", I tried to plead out to her but I was suddenly cut off by the sensation of my mother squeezing me tighter.
 
 "Shh...it's alright honey, there's really no need to be embarrassed. None whatsoever. I've always known that you had a sissy side, and mommy wants you to know that everything is going to be okay from now on. If you honestly feel this much of a need to be a helpless, pants-wetting little baby princess for me, then I'm completely fine with it. Actually, I'm more than fine. In fact, I honestly think I might like you better this way", my mother replied lovingly, tenderly rubbing my back while she spoke. Suddenly Beth tapped her on the shoulder and presented her with an all too familiar item.
 
 "Here you go Auntie Donna", said Beth, beaming with pride as she handed her the framed picture of me sitting like a helpless infant on Princess Brittney's lap, "We got you a present from our trip to the zoo."
 
 My mother's face absolutely lit up with raw, unadulterated excitement as soon as she saw the embarrassing picture. It was almost a perfect replica of the picture from Beth's birthday party that my mother had kept on the refrigerator for years. She gave Beth a loving hug and thanked her and Jenna for everything they had done. "You girls are amazing. I'll never forget what an incredible job you two did with Buttercup. If you ever need anything, just let me know. I owe you two big time!"
 
 Jenna gave my mother a smile of gratitude. "Thank you Aunt Donna, but it was no big deal, really", she replied politely, "Me and Beth have always loved playing with the little sissy. Having him back as our own personal baby dolly to dress up and dote over...it was actually really fun. It felt just like old times!"
 
 Mother chuckled. "That's great to hear darling. Just remember now that occasionally you're going to have to share her with me. She is mommy's little girlie girl after all", she replied to Jenna with a wink, pinching my cheek playfully to emphasise the point that I was properly hers now. My cheeks started to flush red with total embarrassment at her casual manhandling of my body. Although she absolutely towered over me at six feet and two inches tall, my mom was almost never this handsy with me in the past. Seeing me regressed and sissified like this seemed to have genuinely shifted her views on what physical boundaries I would be allowed to have from here on out.

[CuddleBunns]

 A few more pleasantries were then exchanged before my mother properly invited the rest of us inside for tea. She seemed determined to treat me as much like a baby as possible on our trek down the hall to the living room, scooping me up into her arms and beginning to carry me before I even had a chance to protest. I told her I could walk just fine, and that it wasn't necessary, but she seemed to intentionally ignore my demands. Looking over her shoulder I could see the chuckling, highly amused faces of both Jenna and Beth, as well as Aunt Tess' wickedly indulgent smile. If I was already having doubts about my future, by now I was losing all hope of ever being seen as a man again.
 
 Once we arrived in the living room, my mother told her guests to make themselves comfortable and watch the evening news while she heated up the kettle. I expected to be seated on the couch like everyone else was, but I was soon shocked to discover that my mom had other plans entirely. Walking me to the center of the room, I quickly felt the motion of her setting me down into what I now recognized as a tiny portable playpen; The kind usually occupied by actual infants. I didn't know whether I felt like a giant or whether I felt two feet tall as I stared out of the side netting and held onto my now very cramped legs for comfort. Mother looked down at my constantly adjusting posture and awwed. Whether it was out of sympathy or because she just found me cute, I'll never know for sure. "Sorry it's so cramped, darling baby", she cooed to me in a deliciously syrupy tone,"But the larger one I ordered doesn't come in until next week. Until then baby-waby has to sit in his old play pen from when he was a baby the first time!"
 
 First time? New playpen? I gulped in anxiety as the puzzle pieces all started falling into place. I had no way of knowing for sure just yet, but by now I was almost certain that this babyish treatment of me was going to become a regular thing. I hoped to god it would not, but why else would she have a play pen just sitting there waiting for me?
 
 My mother noticed the gears turning in my head and gave me a coc-ky, knowing look. Satisfied that we were all as comfortable as we could possibly be, she finally left us to begin preparing the tea. This meant I was alone in the living room with Jenna, Beth, Aunt Tess, and to my absolute shock and horror, a lone television playing the WKHB channel 13 evening news. My stomach sank to my feet as I stared dumbfounded at the television, watching two beautiful anchors comment on a story that seemed all too real for me. Front and center for the entire local tv market to witness at their leisure, they were now airing footage captured from the Princess in the Park event earlier that day. In particular, they were airing footage of me.
 
 "Look mom, there she is!" Jenna yelled out in excitement, manically directing her mothers attention towards the tv set. The three of them turned their heads and gazed at the television like vultures, eager to watch me get humiliated on the air in front of thousands and thousands of people, a number much higher than the amount of spectators who were present at the event itself. For the next few long minutes, many laughs were had all around by the channel 13 news crew, who delighted in making "humorous" commentary over the embarrassing clip show of me making a fool of myself. They did not hesitate to show anything or skimp on the juicy details. Aunt Tess and my two cousins could not help but laugh hysterically at the onslaught of trips, falls, messes, and manhandlings that I had been through earlier that day.
 
 "Whoa there, Buttercup. I didn't know you made a stinky in your diapers already!", Aunt Tess said to me between fits of shrieking laughter. "How did it feel to make big, yucky poopies like that in front of all those laughing people in the crowd? I'll bet it was warm and squishy, wasn't it? Maybe a bit embarrassing? Well, you'd get used to it baby, because I have the feeling that a certain little girl won't be seeing the toilet again for a very long time. Talk about being a stinky little baby!"
 
 The three of them continued to tease and belittle me, howling with laughter for the duration of the news segment. Soon enough, however, my mother returned to the room with tea for all three of them. She handed them their cups and sat down in her favorite recliner, where the three of them got to talking. Their conversation lasted a while. Jenna and Beth delighted in telling my mother everything that had happened that day at the zoo, and even informed her of my mishaps at the princess in the park event. "You should have seen it", said Jenna as she finished describing the grand finale of my utter emasculation, "it was on the news and everything."
 
 "Oh I already know about that", my mother giggled in response, "it's been all over twitter since it happened!" She reached for her phone and turned it around to show them a video. It had been taken from the front row next to the stage, and it was a short clip of me falling on top of the teddy bear and exposing my diapered and pantied bottom to the audience. The three of them began laughing once more, obviously not yet growing tired of seeing me embarrass myself.
 
 After a little while had passed and they had all finished their tea, it was finally time for Jenna, Beth, and Aunt Tess to head back home. They all said their goodbyes to my mother before lining up to get one last look at me. Jenna got close to my play pen and opened up the bright pink diaper bag, which I honestly forgot she even had at this point, and reached into it only to fish out the stuffed elephant she had bought me earlier at the zoo. She placed it into my hands and leaned in for a goodbye kiss to my forehead. "See you around sissy! I'm sure you'll need a babysitter at some point, so you definitely won't be seeing the last of me", she said in a jovial tone as she took in one last look at the adorable, emasculated, and utterly broken frankenstein's monster of her own creation which I had become. "And take good care of Max for me", she added, "because you two will be spending lots of time together in your new crib. Oops, did I say that? I probably should have let you discover that part on your own, but oh well. Now that I'm leaving, a small part of me wants to be mean and say something like 'that's what you get for telling your friends I was dating you', but let's be honest with ourselves; You're such a sissy that there was no way you weren't going to eventually end up in diapers anyway. Goodnight Buttercup, enjoy your new life as a diapered little princess!"
 
 She punctuated her goodbye by fishing out a new pacifier, this time a bright purple one that said "mommy's little girl" in a bright pink font, and sticking it into my mouth. If she was trying to silence me, she did a good job. I was utterly speechless, and couldn't form a coherent thought to save my life. The room span around me as I watched the three of them wave goodbye and exit through the front door, leaving me alone with my mother. Without skipping a beat, my mother looked at her watch and shook her head. "7pm already? That's way past baby's bedtime!", she said with an amused giggle, reaching down to pick me up effortlessly into her arms as if I weighed absolutely nothing to her. "Ready to see your new nursery, baby girl? Once I get you into your crib for the night, we can go over the rules of your new life with 'Mommy'. That's what I want you to call me now by the way, but we'll go over that later. This is so exciting! Finally I can have the baby girl I've always wanted!"
 
 And with that I was carried up the stairs to where my new life awaited, all thanks to the fact that I had let myself become a helpless sissy plaything for everyone around me. A single tear shed from my eye as my mommy opened the door to my new nursery, forever sealing my fate as nothing more than a submissive pampered princess.
 
 THE END