Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo

[Sissy Little Girl]

CuddleBunns, That was great.  The little princess buttercup is being given his just punishment for what he did to Jenna.

[CuddleBunns]

 Needless to say, I did not like Jenna's proposal one bit. Figuring that we had drifted so far apart and I had become so much of a bothersome nuisance due to my antics, Jenna and Beth both proposed that it would be a good idea if we all partook in a bonding activity in order for us all to grow closer once again. In particular, they suggested that I allow them to dress me up like a little girl...just like they used to when I was a child. When I heard the words come out of Jenna's mouth, I instantly knew I was heading into dangerous territory. I had finally broken free of their endless cycle of dressing me up and embarrassing me, and now they wanted me to start all over again? I shook my head and tried to resist. "Well, what if I say no?", I answered nervously, knowing I was treading in dangerous water.
 
 "Oh, that's easy, Pete! If you say no, I'll just tell your mom all about the little stunt you pulled to embarrass me. I'm sure she'd have lots of strong opinions on the matter, don't you think?" Jenna replied sternly, knowing that the prospect of telling my mother what I did was pretty much an ultimatum as far as I was concerned. I sighed and ushered them inside, not at all prepared for the path I would soon be headed down. Within the hour, I would find myself dressed in an adorable white dress with puffy shoulders, a large thick petticoat underneath it, and a bright pink princess pull up (which was, in their words, the adorable sissy cherry on top). Embarrassingly, the pull up had a large picture of a smiling Cinderella on the front, who seemed to stare at me knowingly whenever I looked in the mirror. It was as if the fictional princess knew that I deserved all of the treatment that I was now receiving. My cousins then forced me to pose for them endlessly in my pretty new clothes, with my abnormally long hair for a boy now made up in a bun as I was made to recite sentence after sentence of things that a four year old girl might say, such as "Thank you for my pretty white dress! It makes me feel so cute and girly!", or "I really, really love my two beautiful cousins. I hope one day I can be as pretty as they are." Little did I know at the time that this was all being recorded for further use as blackmail, to ensure that I would continue doing whatever they wanted. They finally had me in a position that I could not escape from, and I was doomed to be their little sissy pet forever.
 
 And so for the next few weeks, every day after school I would be forced to make my way over to my cousins' house, where they would continue in their sissyish treatment of me. The longer it all went on, the more the outfits and demands made of me would get progressively more ridiculous and infantile. They were always instituting new rules, such as asking them permission whenever I wanted a snack, or needing to let them help me when I washed my hands, something they always made me do before feeding me my lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (cut into four pieces diagonally, of course. Just like a little girl would want). They even started supervising me whenever I used the bathroom. "Alright sweetie, princesses are going down!", Jenna would say excitedly, always insisting that she be the one to slide my pull ups down and seat me whenever I needed to use the potty. I would stare downward in shame as I attempted to avoid looking at her while I did my business, missing the basic level of privacy that I had once had as a teenage boy. In all respects, they were beginning to treat me just like any four year old girl.
 
 Things would get even worse once Aunt Tess started getting in on it. Much to my shameful embarrassment, Jenna and Beth made no secret of their sissyish treatment of me around my aunt, who seemed all too eager to let them have their way with me. Once Aunt Tess started participating in the fun herself however, things started to kick up a notch. It was Aunt Tess who first suggested that my cousins try things such as feeding me from a bottle, and forcing me to watch children's cartoons from the confines of a small play pen that was set up in the living room. Where as her daughters seemed to treat me like a large, timid pre-schooler, Aunt Tess seemed to view me as nothing more than an overgrown, drooling sissy toddler. Before long, she would get her daughters to see me the same way as well. It was in fact my Aunt who surprised everyone by gifting my cousins (or should I say me)  multiple large boxes of adult diapers this very same morning after learning they planned to bring me to the zoo for my first public outing as a sissy little girl. I was absolutely mortified at the idea of being taped into the bulky and embarrassing garments, but at this point I was completely powerless to stop them. They had spent so much time taking pictures and videos of all my sissy escapades that they had all the blackmail ammunition they could ever need. All it took was one little threat of publicly exposing me to ensure that my butt would sit down on the changing pad and lay back for the first of many embarrassing diapers.
 
 Hours later and here I was, being pushed through the walkways of a very public zoo in a stroller that I still somehow fit into, while my two domineering cousins chatted casually behind me without a care in the world. Thinking back on how far I had fallen, I shuddered to think about how much further down the rabbit hole to complete pathetic babyishness I could possibly go. Would they later make me crawl around on the floor for them? Forbid me from using grown up words? Heck, words in general? Worst of all was the prospect of the big embarrassing diaper that I now had taped around my waist. Even when I was in pull ups, Jenna and Beth had never even once forced me to wet them. The number of diapers I had seen them pack earlier however casted a looming shadow over my mind, forcing me to think about the impending prospect of being regressed even further, especially in such a public and humiliating place. I began to suc-k my pacifier even harder for comfort, something the two girls took notice of and immediately praised me for. As the entrance to the penguin exhibit came into view on the horizon, I hoped to god this would be a short trip, but somehow I knew that even when this was all over there would be no going back for me. This was all only the beginning.

[Sissy Little Girl]

CuddleBunns, Thank you for providing the info on how Princess Buttercup was put into his current predicament at the zoo.  It sure sounds like he is going to be in diapers for the foreseeable future.  It should be fun.

[Party Dress]

Wow, did not see that coming, I thought the trip to the zoo would be a "one off" for Pete to make up to his cousin. After a public display like this I wonder hwo much further his embarrassment can go

[CuddleBunns]

 Eventually I felt the stroller come to a sudden stop in front of a large glass barrier. Looking through the barrier, a pool of water came up to about just over my head, making it impossible to tell what I was looking at. Suddenly a large splash appeared somewhere on the other side of the tank and a small penguin darted in front of me, disappearing almost as quickly as it came. Jenna giggled and clapped her hands with delight. "Oh my GOD, there they are! There they are!!! My babies!!!", she nearly screamed out in excitement, causing both me and Beth to bury our heads slightly with a tinge embarrassment. Penguins have always been Jenna's favorite animal, to an extent that it bordered on obsession. Her room was absolutely decked out with stuffed penguins and, if given the chance, she would talk your ear off if you mentioned them anywhere in her vicinity. Despite how babyish I felt sitting there in a stroller with a diaper taped around my waist, for a brief moment I felt like I was the mature one watching a hyperactive little girl go crazy over her favorite animal.
 
 "I love how excited you get over the penguins, you big nerd", Beth teased her sister sarcastically. She may as well have been talking to a wall. Jenna continued to stare at the ornery exhibition in front of her, occasionally making the odd excited noise, as Beth turned her attention to me and began removing my pacifier. She rummaged through the diaper bag and produced a large baby bottle filled with milk. "Okay Buttercup, we're going to be at the zoo for a long time so it's important that you stay hydrated. Are you going to be nice and drink this entire bottle for me like a good baby?"
 
 I stared up at her with a worried expression, unsure of how to respond. Of course I didn't want to drink milk from a baby's bottle, especially in full view of all the other patrons, and yet I didn't have much of a choice, did I? What was I going to say, "no"? I nodded my head and whimpered. "Oh...okay", I muttered sheepishly, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible. Beth proceeded to look at me with an amused expression and raised one eyebrow.
 
 "What was that little girl? I couldn't understand you. You're going to have to speak up when you answer me", Beth responded with a sly grin at my half-assed attempt at answering. I bunched my fist up in frustration as I realised that she was not going to give me this one easily. I sighed and recomposed myself, looking away as I tried for a second time to answer her question.
 
 "Yes...auntie Beth, I'll drink it all"
 
 "Drink what, Buttercup? Your milkies? What are you going to drink your milkies out of little girl?" She asked me devilishly. I just wanted this to be over with by now, the embarrassment had gone far enough. In a moment of true pathetic strength, I gathered up all of my courage and loudly re-framed my answer.
 
 "I'll drink all my milkies out of my baba like a good...good li...good little girl". I was absolutely humiliated.
 
 Jenna turned around excitedly as Beth praised me for being such a clever girl. "Awwww is baby hungry? Does she like her wittle bottle? I'll bet you needed that, didn't you babykins?" Jenna cooed at me a babyish tone of voice as I began to suc-k on the large teat that was now filling my mouth. Unsatisfying warm milk began to flow down my throat causing me to visibly wince at it's taste. As I continued to suc-kle, my body instinctively made itself smaller out of shame at my participation in this humiliating act. The sound of running water did not help things, as I was now starting to be reminded of the fact that I had a big fluffy diaper taped around my hips. I was too scared to ask the ever present question that was hanging over my head, and furthermore felt much more comfortable living in a state of denial about what I was quickly becoming. They would never make me do...that...would they?
 
 After a few more minutes of nursing on my bottle while my captors merrily chatted away, I suddenly noticed Jenna turn to me and look down sympathetically. "The penguins aren't going down into the water very much today. Do you want a better view, princess?" I wanted to answer no, but before I could, I felt her reach down and unbuckle me from the stroller, reaching under my arms to pick me up into her own. I almost dropped my bottle in shock as she easily lifted my like a small infant until I was now about level with her. All of those swimming lessons must have been paying off.
 
 "There you are, see? Now you have a perfect view of the adorable little penguins." She was right of course. Directly in front of me, I now noticed a large rock protruding from the water with about four or five penguins sunbathing on top of it. However, I soon also realised that we were not alone. A large, elevated balcony sat across the exhibit, with a family of five now staring down directly at me as my cousin held me in the air like the world’s most pathetic, useless trophy. My face blushed a bright shade of red when their attention soon began to shift from the rockbound birds to the diapered little sissy below them, and I desperately wished that Jenna would let me down. She did not seem to notice my distress one bit, and the longer I was held in the air, the more I began to notice the family laughing with each other and subtly pointing at me when they thought nobody was looking. Eventually Jenna noticed the commotion however, and only made things worse by smiling and giving them a friendly wave. The family waved back between their supressed fits of laughter and I began to wonder if this torture would ever end. When it eventually did, I could not believe that I was now glad to finally be re-strapped into my stroller, relieved that at least now I could avoid eye contact much easier. As we began to head toward our next destination, I hoped and prayed that this incident would be a one off thing, and that people would believe that I was nothing more than a regular, painfully average baby girl.   

[sarahpenguin]

Yay penguins :)

[CuddleBunns]

 I sat back in my stroller and felt the sun beam down on me as Jenna and Beth continued to push the stroller and chat idly behind me. Unsure of where to head next, they had decided to simply follow the footpath in the opposite direction from which we came. By now my bottle had been replaced by my pacifier, which I consciously had to avoid suc-king on out of a nervous habit. Although diapers had been a very recent addition to my humiliating wardrobe, Jenna and Beth had been making me use a pacifier for quite some time now, and it was only a matter of time before I began adopting it as a matter of stress relief. This worked out especially well for Jenna and Beth since it significantly cut down on my constant, incessant whining (something they had very little patience for). Now whenever they wanted me to shut up they could just stick a pacifier into my mouth and silence me on the spot, almost as if I had a built in mute button. After all, no matter how many humiliating questions they would ask me, it was always immaculately clear that they cared very little about anything I had to say. They were the captains of this ship, and I was only along for the ride.
 
  I was broken out of my daze when I heard the sound of Jenna speaking my name. "Can you give Buttercup a quick diaper check, Beth? It's been a while since she went this morning", Jenna casually asked her younger sister, who happily complied by walking in front of the stroller and reaching her hand underneath my skirt, placing a finger around the opening of my diaper. I jumped up in shock at this sudden action and ripped the pacifier from my mouth. "What are you doing Beth?", I asked in complete horror.
 
  Beth rolled her eyes. "I'm checking your diaper for wetsies, duh", she replied as if it was the most casual thing in the world for a girl her age to be doing to her 15 year old cousin. Wetsies? Oh no, it was just as I had feared. They had officially taken things too far, and if I let them do this to me then I would have reached the point of no return when it came to my gradual slide into sissyhood. I decided to put my foot down and attempt to fight them on this.
 
  "I don't wet myself Beth, you know that. Knock it off", I responded with a scowl. Jenna snickered behind me and began to pat my head.
 
  "Of course you still wet yourself Buttercup, you're just a little baby. Far too young to use the potty like a big girl", Jenna said with a slight giggle, causing Beth to also giggle in turn. I was beginning to grow very angry. This was one thing they would not make me do. I began to slam my fists in frustration, trying my best to look intimidating.
 
  "NO! NO! You can't make me do that, I refuse! Whatever you do, I will not wet myself! I..." Suddenly I felt myself being silenced by Beth shoving the pacifier back into my mouth. Jenna quickly joined her sister in front of me with an angry expression on her face. "Need I remind you, young lady, that I have literally hundreds of pictures and videos of you in extremely compromising positions at my disposal, ready to send to anyone I want on a whim?", she asked me in a stern, authoritative voice. "You may think you're still a big boy but as far as I'm concerned, you've never been anything more than the adorable, helpless little girl I'm looking at right now. I mean, what kind of a big boy would let us bring them here like this in the first place? You don't have any choice in this matter, little one. Unless you want your mother, as well as everyone you know, to see you for what you really are, I strongly suggest that you play along and do what your aunties tell you. Beth and I have decided you're a baby now, and babies don't use the toilet. They use their diaper. Got it?"
 
  Tears filled my eyes as everything she was telling me began to sink in, and I began to nod in response. A loving smile returned to Jenna's face and she gave me a warm, comforting hug. "That's what I like to hear, baby", she said sympathetically. "As long as you listen to me and Beth things will go just fine. We love you Buttercup, and we only want you to accept yourself for what you really are."
 
  "Besides", Beth chimed in, "we both know how much you secretly enjoy this. There's a reason you never once told us to stop when we used to do this as kids. I think you like being our little sissy play thing more than you want to let on."
 
   I tried to work up the courage to disagree with her, but it was all true. At any point in the years leading up to this I could have told them no and stopped at any time, but I didn't. I was too weak willed, too scared of losing the only members of my family who didn't try to avoid me like the plague. And true, maybe on some deep, repressed level I did enjoy some of this treatment; The cute outfits, the constant attention, the warm maternal affection that my cousins now showed me...but certainly not here, not like this. If I had any backbone I would have gotten out of my stroller right then and there and demanded that they treat me like a human being and not some weird doll to drag around wherever they want and do whatever they want with. Yet, I could not bring myself to do it. Instead, I simply held my head down and suc-ked on my pacifier, trying to hold back the tears.
   
   Jenna noticed my sudden mood shift and soon crouched down to my level, enveloping me in another warm hug. She began to tenderly rub my back and moved her face closer to mine. As my emotions got the better of me and I soon began to cry, she in turn began to whisper reassuringly into my ear in a sweet, motherly tone. "Shhh, don't cry baby, it'll all be okay. We're not doing any of this to hurt you. We just want to have a good time at the zoo with our favorite little cousin. You know we love you baby, you just need to trust us that this is for the best. I promise that if you just relax and act like a good little girl for us, we'll all have a great time and nothing bad will happen, okay?'
   
   Despite this being arguably just as humiliating, I found myself strangely comforted by her words of encouragement. I returned her hug and held onto her tight as my emotions continued to pour out of me. Jenna rubbed my back and kept holding onto me until my sobbing eventually subsided. When I finally regained my composure I noticed a few strangers in the distance staring at the strange scene unfolding in front of them, but at this point I was too emotionally exhausted to care. Jenna finally released me from her caring grip and beamed down at me with a warm smile. "All better baby? Is it all out of your system?", She asked me with a sweet, motherly voice. I nodded my head.
   
   "Perfect. We really do love you Buttercup. I know you're going to love being our baby girl eventually, just you wait", Jenna responded with a kiss on my forehead, before returning to her post behind my stroller. "I know it's hard for somebody your age to use their diaper like a little baby, but I promise if you quit with all this macho bs and just start thinking of yourself like the little girl you are, it'll all be so much easier. Just let us know when you need a change and we'll get you into a fresh new diaper right away. We'll change you in a private restroom so nobody has to see you. You don't have to worry about anything, princess. We just want you to have a good time at the zoo being the best little baby that you can be. If you're good, I promise we'll even buy you a little treat later."
   
   Jenna kicked the lock on the stroller and we began to again make our way down the path. Almost as if on cue, the bottle I had drank earlier began to catch up to me and I soon felt the heavy weight of a full bladder. Knowing that I had little other choice now but to use my diaper, I closed my eyes and concentrated on getting the deed over with. After a few long seconds, a warm wet feeling spread throughout the seat of my diaper and I shuddered at the absolute indignity of what I was now being forced to do. In my deep concentration, I could hear Beth give an amused giggle as she looked down at me in my stroller. "On second thought sis, we might want to get our little princess cleaned up now"
   
   Jenna happily rubbed my shoulder and praised me for being such a good baby, and for the first time since these humiliating games began, I truly did feel like one too. The strange, alien feeling of having a soaking wet diaper taped around my waist made me feel about ten times smaller as we began to now make our way towards the nearest restrooms for what would be the first of many humiliating diaper changes.