Mitch

[Sandra B]

157.
The next day Shirley visited Simon and Oscar in their room, well away from the busy hub of P & S.
“Well boys, as you know your punishment is played out.  Now you can either go home, or stay here, but I don’t want to see you until Monday morning.  Then you can re-join your class, and make whatever excuses you like for your absence.  I’ll back you up.  I think we agreed on a reform school up north somewhere?  Let’s call it, I don’t know…the Angela Wood School.  Can you remember that?  Keep our stories straight.  We’ll say it’s in Yorkshire.  You don’t know quite where.  I don’t suppose any of your friends will question it.  They’ll be too busy telling you about Susan and Olivia.”  She grinned.  “You really had them fooled.  I never imagined you had such hidden talents…”
The boys simultaneously turned red.
“But remember the suits and the frames are still here for you, any time you feel like…”
“No thank you miss,” interrupted Simon.
“No, Simon?  I don’t know…  I thought you were just beginning to enjoy yourself…you were giving great service…”
Simon was about to tell her to shut up, but he thought better of it.
“So you’d better behave from now on, or I might be tempted to spill the beans.  We have you on video, of course.”
“We’ll be good, miss,” said Oliver, hurriedly.
“I’m sure you will.  What you did to Yulya was…well, quite indecent.  I’ll send you the video so you can reflect on your misbehaviour.”
Simon looked up in surprise.  “You will?”
“Yes.  And if you want, Mandy will give you a couple of posters.”
“Wow!  Thanks miss!”
“Now run along, and I’ll see you Monday.  I have a lot to organise this weekend…”

The first thing was the babies.  They were booked in with two different families.  Max was going to the Robertsons – mother (Delice) and fifteen-year-old daughter (Amora) – and Luke to a single middle-aged lady by the name Georgia Randall.  Apparently her seventeen-year-old son had recently left home and gone to the States for his work, and she was feeling bereft.  A big boy-baby to mother was just what she needed to soften the blow.  Both households were going to need clothes and equipment, and Shirley was sitting at her desk making an inventory.
“We’ll get the van loaded up tonight, Mandy, and lay the boys outfits out ready for the morning.  We should leave at nine.  Yulya and Anna will go with you to assist.”
“Fine,” said Mandy, who was standing next to her.  “By the way, what’s that booking there?”
She had noticed the two boys bracketed together on the week beginning the twenty-ninth of September, opposite the name “Ms Sadie”.  “Are they going together?”
“Ah.  That.  Yes.  Yes, I’m departing from our rule for one week, due to…er, special circ-umstances.”
“What are they?  And who’s Ms Sadie?”
Shirley sighed.  “Ms Sadie is a friend – an acquaintance of mine.  She’s a professional dominatrix, if you must know.  Yes, yes, I know it’s not strictly within the rules, but I couldn’t say no.  I owed her a favour.”
“But why…?  I mean, what does she want with the boys?”
“She’s been busy.  She wants a week off.  She wants to relax, but she also wants to keep her hand in.  She thinks owning a couple of little wimps would be a perfect holiday for her, and provide a little harmless fun.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to warn them.  In any case, she’s entitled to her booking as much as anyone else.  And there’s no worries about whether she’ll be able to cope with the pair of them.  Whether they’ll be able to cope with her…  Well, that’s another question…” 

By nine o’clock on Sunday the van was loaded and they were ready to go.  Mandy drove, with Anna and Yulya beside her.  The boys were stashed in the back with the equipment.  Shirley had chosen to dress them in pink elasticated latex pants, yellow fuzzy onesies which zipped up at the front, soft yellow bootees and stripy yellow bonnets with tiger cub ears, and there was a case full of other clothes for each of them.  Her supplier was working on the school pants and had promised they’d be ready and delivered to the families by that evening.

Georgia Randall was waiting at her front door.  She was a slight woman in her mid-forties with short grey hair and green eyes.  Mandy parked the van, greeted her briefly, and went to get Luke.  He climbed reluctantly out of the van.  She shepherded him up the front path.  The woman greeted him with a big hug.
“Luke.  How lovely to meet you – I’ve been so looking forward to it, ever since I saw you at P and S last week.  I’m Georgia.  I’m going to look after you for the whole week, sweetie.  I hope you enjoy your stay.  I’ll do everything to make it as pleasant and comfortable as possible.”
Mandy gave Luke a nudge.
“Oh, er, thank you, er, miss…  Er, yeah, I hope so too…”
“You must excuse him, Mrs Randall,” interjected Mandy, “he knows he should only be talking baby-talk, but, you know, it’s his first booking…”
“Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind how he speaks…within reason.  As long as he’s my little bobby-baby-boy I’ll be happy.”
Mandy stared at her.  “Bobby-baby-boy”?  Was she demented?  Mrs Randall had taken Luke by the hand and was simpering.  Oh, well, it takes all sorts…
“We’ll bring in the equipment, then.”
“Oh yes.  Right through here.  He’ll be in my boy’s old room…”

The room had pretty obviously been recently upgraded to baby standard.  The bed had pink sheets and pillowcases, and a teddy bear quilt, and two dolls, a bear and a rabbit tucked in under it.  The wall was covered with juvenile posters.  The curtains were also new, yellow with frilled edges.  There were soft pink and yellow mats on the floor.  Yulya and Anna carried in the boy-sized cot, while Mandy took the outsize high-chair into the kitchen.  Mandy fetched two suitcases.
“This one is clothes.  And this evening you’ll receive a delivery of his school pants from our supplier.  The rest of his uniform and his rucksack are in here.  This other case is all baby equipment, bottles, dummies, changing things and other stuff.  Here's a bag of extra-large pull-ups in case you want to go down that route.  This sheet tells you everything you need to know, but you can ring us on that number there at any time if you need guidance.  There are books and writing implements in his rucksack.  Oh, and a dummy on a ribbon, which he must wear for school at all times.  Please try and get him to school on time.  If you don’t, he’ll be the one to get punished.  But you have a free hand in all things.  Good luck, and thank you for participating in our experiment!”
“Our pleasure, I assure you…”
“First one done,” said Mandy, as she started up the van.  Now, where next?”

The Robertsons lived in quite a posh neighbourhood, not far from St. Mary’s School.  The curtains were twitching as Mandy pulled in.  A moment later, mother and daughter were at the door.  Mandy gave them a cursory wave, and dragged Max out of the back.  She led him up the path.  The daughter, Amora, was virtually jumping up and down with excitement.  She was a pretty, slim, brown-eyed girl, with long black hair.  The mother was a young-looking thirty-something with a naughty glint in her eye.  “I can see he’s going to have fun here,” Mandy murmured to herself.
Amora immediately took charge of him, putting her arm round his waist and pulling him inside.
“Come on, baby Max.  You’re even sweeter than mummy said.”  She explored his bottom through the fuzzy material of his onesie.  “Ooh, good boy!  You’re wearing your rubber pants!  What colour are they?  Well?”
“Er…pink,er…miss…”
“You can call me Amora.  That means, like, love…”  She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.  “I can see we’re going to get on, darling.  Mummy booked you specially for me, did you know that?  I get so bored in term time.  Did you know I go to St. Mary’s?  But I’ll be a year above you.  Not fair!  Never mind.  I’ll have you to myself every evening.  Me and my best friend, Elsa.  You’ll like her.  She’s Swedish.  So beautiful I’m jealous!  Blue eyes like ice and long blonde hair!  Don’t get any ideas – you’re a baby, remember.  Oops!”  She sniggered.  “You can’t can you?  Mummy told me…”

Max sighed.  Amora’s sharply-nailed fingers were exploring his ribs, half-tickling, half hurting.  He registered that the cot was being carried into the living-room.
“It’ll be more fun to have you in here, Maxie.  Mummy works late, so me and Elsa will be baby-sitting you most of the time.  We’ll be able to keep an eye on you, and make sure you don’t get up to any mischief.”  She gave him a smile of superiority.  “Mummy?  Can you find Max a dummy, please?  I think he may need to go down for a nap.”
“Don’t be silly, darling.  It’s early morning.  I expect he only just woken up.”
Amora frowned and stamped her foot.  “I don’t care!  I want him suc-king his dummy anyway!  And I want to see all his clothes so I can decide what he’s going to wear today.”  Her frown vanished as quickly as it had come.  “Ooh!  And Maxie!  Your uniform!  I can’t wait to get you dressed for school!  Do you really have rubber pants in the school colours?   Oh my god.  The girls are gonna love you!  They’re gonna be so jealous…!”

[Sandra B]

158.
Delice worked in a club, and sometimes didn’t get home till one in the morning.  As a result, Amora usually either had a friend to stay over, or went to a friend’s for the night.  That friend was usually Elsa.  This week, Elsa was going to live at Amora’s.  They had been almost unable to believe it when Delice told them her plan.
“I was right at the front of the queue, girls.  I just want to see your faces when you see what I’ve got for you.”
She’d already seen her daughter’s face, and at lunchtime Elsa arrived.
“Is he here?”
“He’s here!” squealed Amora.  Come and see – quick!”
The girls hurried into the living room.  Amora had changed Max’s outfit.  The onesie was lying on the sofa, and Max himself was standing on a little low stool like a statue on a plinth.  Delice sat on the sofa, waiting for Elsa’s reaction.  Amora had found a little yellow spandex leotard, with a faux skirt at the waist, a round collar, and short sleeves.  It wasn’t really babywear, but she thought it looked cute.  Over that she had put on a pull-up, decorated with teddy-bears, and a pair of transparent yellow frilled latex pants.  She lad left him in his tiger bonnet and yellow bootees.  It was a bit of a mish-mash, but somehow it worked – in the sense that it made him look extremely silly and juvenile.  His cheeks were already burning, and when Elsa gasped, and screamed with delight, he shut his eyes tight and his chin dropped onto his chest.
She approached slowly, taking in every detail.
“Oh my god, Am, I can’t believe…  I mean, I didn’t think he would be anything like…  He’s totally, you know, like amazing!”  She reached out and touched his chest.  “So pretty!  And look at these little rubber pants!  And that bonnet…  So sweet!”
“There’s lots of other clothes in the bedroom.  And his school pants are arriving this evening.”
“His school pants?”
“Miss Trevelyan insisted.  School colours.  I can’t wait to see the girls faces when we take him through the gates.”
“Oh my god, Am, I’m gonna wet myself!  And, like, he’s all ours, for a whole week?”
“Totally.”
“And his name’s Max?”
“Maxie.  Yeah.  Little baby Maxie.”  She pinched his cheek.  “Aren’t you, you silly boy?  Oh, what fun you’re going to have.”
Elsa lowered her voice.  “And his thing…it’s all, you know…?”
“Packed up tight.  Poor little baby can’t do anything.  Can’t even play with his little winkie…  Can you, Maxie?  Never mind.  You can dream.”
Max gave a quiet whimper.
“So…  Do you like my friend Elsa?  Is she as pretty as I said?  If you’re lucky, she may give you a little kiss, later on, cos you’re a tiny baby, and tiny babies like having little kisses from big girls, don’t they?”
“I may…if you’re good,” smiled Elsa.  “And Am may give you a kiss as well.  Would you like that, Maxie?  Both of us giving you soft, warm kisses…?”
Max gave a sigh.
“I think that’s a yes,” laughed Delice.  “But baby looks sleepy.  Have you seen his cot, Elsa?  Yes, right there by the wall.”
“Gosh!  So big…  And it has a lid?”
“Yes,” said Amora, “and it locks so he can’t sneak out.  Shall we put him down?”
“Why don’t you, girls?  Maybe give him his bottle, and then a dummy to suc-k.”
“Oh yes!  The dummies.  Wait there Elsa!”
She returned in a moment carrying the smaller case.  She put it down and opened the lid. 
“Bottle.  There.”
“Shall I fill it for you?” said Delice.
“Please mum.  Look.  This box is full of pacifiers…”
“They’re quite big…”
“Yes.  Course.  Wait a minute….  What’s this?”
“Oh my god!  How rude!  It’s shaped like a….”
Delice had returned with the filled bottle.  “Oh, did they put one of those in?  It’s called a sissifier – for obvious reasons.  I don’t know…  Do you think Maxie is a sissy baby?”
“We’ll soon see.  Here Maxie, open wide.  Come on!  Now suc-k on this.  Do it!”
“Ooh.  He’s suc-ked one of these – or something – before,” said Elsa, fascinated.
“Right.  Come and have your feed, then sissifier, and nap,” said Amora, firmly.

They took it in turns to feed him, and quite against his will he found himself becoming sleepy.  All the excitement had been too much for him.  They put him in his cot, popped in his sissifier, and covered him with a blanket.  As they shut the lid, he was already falling asleep.
“What a perfect baby,” said Elsa.  “It’s gonna be such fun…”
“Yes,” said Amora – and added in a whisper, “specially after mum’s gone to work…”

[krystalasbaby2017]

Love it the 2 sissy babies are in for a fun time

[Sandra B]

159.
Max wasn’t the only one who’d been transferred from the frying pan into the fire.  Ms Randall put Luke on the carpet in front of the television, gave him a fluffy rabbit to cuddle and a dummy to suc-k, and made him watch children’s programmes the whole morning.  Then, soon after twelve, the doorbell rang, and a few moments later she led another woman, perhaps fifteen years younger than her, into the room.
“Tessa, meet our new baby.  Luke, this is my best friend”  - here she took Tessa’s hand and planted a kiss on her lips – “my best friend, Tessa.”
Tessa’s face lit up.  “Luke!  Georgie said you were a sweetie, but…let me give you a cuddle.”
She dropped to her knees, threw her arms around him, and squeezed him until he almost choked.  She drew in a deep breath.
“Oh, that love baby smell – sweet biscuits, baby powder, and rubber.”  Her hand slid down to his bottom.  “Good boy!  You’ve got your little rubber baby pants on, haven’t you?  I want to see those later.  Are you enjoying your little baby programmes?” she added, glancing at the screen, where a cartoon fairy was turning various vegetables into little furry animals with a wave of her wand.
Luke took out his dummy.  “No…” he said, sulkily, in a weak attempt at rebellion.
“Oh!  Diddums not like nice fairy story?  Never mind.  After lunchies me and Georgie take baby to the park to play.  Baby like that?”
Luke looked alarmed.  “No…  Baby Luke want watch more fairies…”
“Nonsense.  Georgie has borrowed a buggy just for you.  A big boy’s buggy.  You should just fit in it.”
Indeed, Georgia had borrowed a big kid’s stroller from a friend.  It had been used for an eight-year-old, and she reckoned, with a little squeeze, it would accommodate Luke.  Just in case of objections, she had purchased four little straps, which would serve if necessary to attach his wrists and ankles to the tubular frame. 
“Not go in buggy.  No like buggy!”  He kicked out his legs in childish fury, and his face wrinkled as if he were about to burst into tears.  He was unconsciously responding to being treated as a baby by beginning to behave and talk as a baby.
“Ooh, no tantrums please!” scolded Georgia.  “Baby will do what he’s told, or he’ll get a smack bottom and no lunch.”
Luke glared at her, his lower lip trembling, but he kept quiet.  He could see she meant it.
“Good.  I’m glad we understand each other.  Now I’ll get lunch ready.  Tessa?  Maybe you’d like to see what outfits he has.  He should be dressed up a bit to go to the playground.  You never know, he might find a little baby girlfriend there….”
Luke felt sick, but he had no choice but to sit quietly and hope for the best.  He was disappointed, however.  Tessa disappeared into his bedroom.
“Oh, what a pretty room!  It’s this big case, is it, Georgie?  Oh yes.  Now let me see…”
Within five minutes she was back.
“Georgia.  Look at this!  Isn’t it cute?”
“Darling – it’s sweet!  That’s the one.  Can you find some suitable accessories?  I’m just mushing Lukie’s vegetables.  Lukie?  Come here, my love, so I can get you into your high chair.  Then after lunch we’ll pop little Lukie in his nice new outfit and off to the park, so he can show off to all the little girls!”

The article that Tessa had produced, and that had made Luke shake his head in despair, was a delightful little romper suit in bright blue rubberised satin.  It had a bib front with shoulder straps and big yellow buttons, with the legend “It’s a Boy!” in yellow script.  It had a plain elasticated band at the waist, and below a pair of beautiful puffy pants, designed to accommodate the thickest nappy, and elasticated leg-bands, finished with two more big yellow buttons on the outsides of the thighs.  Tessa soon found him a matching bonnet trimmed with yellow frilling which buttoned up under the chin, and a pair of shiny yellow rubber wellies.  What more could a baby boy want?

He had the best part of an hour to contemplate that question, strapped firmly into the outsize high chair.  Thoughtfully, Georgia had found a pair of leather wrist-cuffs in the accessories case, and attached his hands to the arms of the chair, exempting him entirely from partaking in the feeding process.  Neither of the women were practised in the art of baby feeding, with the result that only about fifty percent of the various-coloured purĂ©es actually entered his mouth, the balance being smeared across his cheeks or ending up in the well of his plastic bib.
Feeling even worse from ingesting a combination of vegetables, fruits, and unidentified substances, he was then hauled off to the bathroom to use his potty and have his face washed; then back to the living room to be laid on a towel, baby-creamed and powdered, and pinned into a large towelling nappy.  A pair of natural rubber pants kept the nappy nicely in place.  Then on went the rompers and all the trimmings.  This was when Luke discovered the rubberised hood had a useful appendage: on each side of his mouth were little Velcro flaps, which, when opened, revealed tiny steel loops.  These corresponded with locking rings on either end of a blue leather dummy-retaining strap.  Once the ring and boss of the dummy had been fed through aperture in the strap, and the strap locked home, it was impossible for it to be ejected.  Not only did this ensure baby remained comforted, but it acted as an effective gag to save his carers having to respond to his demands. 

Tessa helped him into his bootees, and both women shoved him into his buggy and strapped him in.  The ladies put on their coats, and Tessa held open the door while Georgia pushed him outside.
It was a bright, crisp day.  Luke pressed his bare legs together.
“My legs are cold,” he wailed.
“They’ll be fine when you’re running around in the park, dear.  Please don’t fuss.”
“Don’t wanna go to the park…”
He was beginning to sound really like a baby.
“Nonsense.  You’re going to enjoy yourself.  We’ll get you a treat from the cafĂ©.  Would you like that, darling?”
“No!  Don’t want treat!  Wanna go home!”
Georgia sighed.  “I think it’s time…”
“Looks like it.”
Tessa reached into the buggy bag and took out the pacifier strap.  In went a large pacifier, and while Georgia held Luke’s head, Tessa pushed it into his mouth, opened the Velcro flaps, and locked on the retaining strap.  Luke shook his head violently, like a dog, but he was firmly muzzled.
He was already attracting attention.  People stopped, stared and pointed.
“Goodness.  That’s the biggest baby I’ve ever seen!”
“Love the outfit!”
“Mummy?  Why is that boy dressed as a baby?”
“I don’t know, dear.  Maybe he’s been naughty – or maybe he just likes being a baby.”
“He doesn’t look as though he likes it.  Do you think he’s going to the playground like us?  I hope he is…”
“Excuse me?  My daughter wondered whether you were taking your baby to the playground in the park?”
“We are, as a matter of fact.”
“There, Sarah.  He is.”
“Yippee!  Can I play with him?  What’s his name?”
“It’s Luke,” replied Tessa.  “He’d love it if you’d play with him.  He doesn’t have any friends around here, yet.  Shall we walk together?”
And so the little group entered the park and headed for the cafĂ© and play area.  They could see there were quite a lot of children there already, and because it was Sunday there were all ages, from toddlers to teens.  Luke struggled vainly against his straps.  Sarah, seeing his distress, took hold of his hand.
“It’s all right Luke.  Don’t be shy.  I come here all the time.  I can see some of my friends, too.  We can all play together.  You’re big, so I bet you’ll be able to climb right to the top of the castle!  And if we’re good, maybe our mummies will get us a treat…?”
She looked innocently up at her mother.  Luke sighed internally, and his eyes filled with tears… 

[Sandra B]

160.
Delice worked every weekday evening at the club, but she also did a short shift on Sundays helping out at the bar, when she left the house at five and got back about ten-thirty.  As she was getting ready, Max was beginning to stir.
“It looks like Maxie’s waking up.  He’ll need a feed, girls, and check him to make sure he’s not wet.  Miss Dearman assured me that he’s potty-trained, so we shouldn’t have any problems that way.”
“Why’s he got all those pull-ups, then, mum?” asked Amora.
“They’re for when we take him out.  Also, I think some people just like to keep their babies in nappies for ever.  I don’t think we need to use them, do we?  Anyway, I’m off.  Take good care of him, won’t you?  See you later.”
The girls were indeed intending to take good care of Max.  They had explored the cases of clothes and equipment, and sorted out a few nice items.
“Now, let’s see…what would be most embarrassing…” Amora had mused.
“Look at these, Am.  All these rubber pants.  These, for instance.”  She held up a pair in natural rubber with tight little yellow frilling around the legs and tiny yellow bananas sprinkled in the transparent rubber.
“Oh my god, Elsa.  They’re the ones for today.  Look, there’s a pair of yellow sock shoes which will go perfectly…and here’s a little stretchy T-shirt with a banana on the front…  Look what it says – I heart bananas!  Perfect.  These must have been meant for a complete outfit.”
“I love this little shiny bomber jacket with all the badges too.  I know it’s pink – it’s a girl’s one – but I still think it’d look cute on him.”
“Okay.  I’ll go with that.  Shall we…?”

They got him out of his cot and sent him to the toilet.  When he had done, they let themselves into the bathroom, and, ignoring his objections, stripped off all his clothes, and put him under the shower, washing him with lovely peach-scented bodywash.  To his great relief they gave him a warm towel to dry himself, and told him to report to the living room.  After much longer than it should have taken to dry himself, he appeared reluctantly at the door.
“Are you dry?  I should hope so, by now.  Right.  Come and get dressed.”
The clothes laid out on the sofa didn’t look that appealing, but he would have put on pretty much anything to conceal his nakedness.  So he was disappointed when Amora handed him the see-through rubber pants.
“But…they’re transparent!  I can’t…”
“You will, Max.  No arguments.  Besides, there’s nothing to see.  Your willy’s virtually invisible inside its little shell.  Come on.  You’re going be our cute little baby this evening.  Get dressed.  We’re going to be extra nice to you – aren’t we Elsa?”
“Yes.  Just wait and see.  Now pop into your pants like a good boy.  There.  Now your vest…  Your socks….  And look at this pretty jacket.  Here, I’ll help you.  There.  Oh, you look good enough to eat!”
And Elsa threw her arms around him and kissed him.  She held him tight for nearly a minute.  Her scent enveloped him, and her long hair tickled his neck.  Her thigh pressed against his little helpless pen-is, and despite himself he felt the pressure building.  Elsa also, to her delight, felt the inert device twitch slightly.  She winked to Amora over his shoulder. 

When eventually she released him, Amora was at pains to help him relax.  She wanted him to lower his defences.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Maxie, and mum won’t be back till later, so let’s just be friends this evening, shall we?  We’re not going to feed you from a bottle, or give you that awful mushy baby food in the cupboard.  Why don’t we send out for a pizza, and I’ll nick a bottle of mum’s wine?  She had so many stashed away, she won’t miss one.  What do you say?”
“R-really?  Yes, okay, that would be great.”
Perhaps these girls are going to be all right, he thought.  And they’re both really pretty, specially that Elsa…
“Elsa?  Would you like to order the pizza?  Make it two large ones.  Here’s my card.  I’m going to put the wine in the freezer for half an hour.  Remind me to put the bottle outside in the recycling after, so mum doesn’t twig.”
“Sure.  What sort of pizza do you like, Max?”
“Er, well, I like pepperoni…”
“Okay one pepperoni, and one…oh, one margherita.  There’s other toppings in the kitchen, anyway.”

Half an hour later they were sitting on the sofa together, Max in the middle, Elsa on his right and Amora on his left, eating pizza and drinking wine out of tumblers.  Amora had set up her laptop on the coffee table, and had put on a Korean drama.  Max had forgotten about his rather juvenile outfit, and was enjoying having one pretty girl on each side, especially as they were playing about, pretending to fight with each other across him, and leaning on him.  He was getting the distinct impression Elsa fancied him.  She kept pressing against him, and making her hair tickle his ear.  He was having to bite his lip to keep calm.  Then Amora came up with an idea.
“I can't focus on the subtitles.  Let’s watch some porno, Else.  Yeah?  D’you want to, Maxie?”
“Er…I…”
“Course he does.  What do you like?”
“I know!  What all blokes like best.  Lezzies, yeah?”
“No, I…er…don’t normally watch any of that stuff…”
“Liar!  Here.  This is the best site.  Else and I often watch this together.  I won’t tell you what else we get up to…”
Max could feel his cheeks burning.  The wine wasn’t helping.  This was getting a bit out of hand.  But Amora had found a video.
“I’ve seen this one before.  This is a great one!”
“Is this where she, you know Am, where they, like, use those…oh!  It is!  Max, you’re gonna love this!”
“Yeah, Max.  In a minute it’s really gonna hot up…”
Max began to fidget uncomfortably.  He was torn between looking and pretending to look while blurring his vision.  This was not what he had hoped for.  He felt short of breath.  He wanted to jump up and run out of the room.
“I need to go to the toilet…”
He went to rise, but the girls grabbed an arm each.
“No you don’t.  You’re not…embarrassed, are you, Max?”
“No.  Course not.  I…”
Elsa put an arm around him.
“Cuddle me, Max, and relax.  It’s just a film.  Not like they’re really here in the room…  Unless you’d like Am and I to….”  She winked.
He turned to her, alarmed, trying to see whether she was serious.  But she took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his cheek.  She drew back a few inches to get a better view of his face.
“You’re so sweet.  Look at you, all hot and bothered.  Is it those girls?  Goodness, look what they’re up to now!  They’re very beautiful, don’t you think?”
“I…”
She put both arms around him.  He had his face turned towards her, and she pressed her cheek against his, with her chin on his shoulder.  He felt dizzy.  The wine…her perfume…  She started whispering in his ear.
“Would you like to do that to me?  I mean, I know you can’t as you are at present.  But in theory…?”
The pressure in his pants was becoming unbearable, but he felt paralysed, unable to resist.  Then he felt Amora’s hand settle on his left thigh, and the fingers of her other hand pinching his ribs, gently but seductively.  She leant over and started whispering too, while Elsa retreated a few inches and began to plant soft kisses on his cheeks.  He groaned.
“Is that nice?” whispered Amora.  “Watch the film if you like.  We’ll take care of everything.”
Her hand moved up onto the front of his pants.
“Ooh…  It’s so hard,” she giggled, tapping her nail playfully against the metal sheath.  Then her eyes widened.  “And…is it my imagination, or has it grown?”
And indeed, though the erection control device was doing its job, Max’s swelling member had pushed it upwards, so that it was making a little tent of his pants.  Encouraged by this development, the girls redoubled their lovemaking.  Elsa put her right hand against his cheek so that he couldn’t avert his face, and kissed him on the lips, letting her tongue flick mischievously between them.  Amora, for her part, caressed his thigh and nibbled at his ear.  And all the while, the girls in the film were thrusting ever more frantically.  Things were clearly coming to a climax.

Both the girls were keeping an eye on Mitch’s pants.  He was moaning quietly and trembling now, and his juices could be seen oozing from the tip of the device and sliding down the clear rubber.  They had got so far, there was no way they were letting him off the hook.  He whimpered and sobbed.  He was in quite a lot of pain, but pain spiced with intense pleasure.  This was not supposed to happen.  Shirley had told him it would be impossible to have an orgasm – so how was it going to end?
“Please…I can’t…”
“Shh, Maxie…  We’ve got you,” whispered Amora.  “You’re okay, darling…go with it…”
“I can’t…oh, god…I have to…you have to stop…I…  Aahhh!!”

It happened very suddenly.  He nearly blacked out.  Such a climax as he had never experienced before.  He shouted again an again as the spasms racked his body.  The girls could see his sperm spurting into his pants with such force that it made the device jerk and quiver.  Jet after jet erupting into his pants and sliding down into his crotch.  They held him tight, astounded by the intensity of his orgasm.  When it finally subsided, he was left gasping and twitching, eyes tight shut, gripping his cushion with both hands.
“Wow!” said Amora.  “They said that was impossible.  It couldn't happen.  But you’re so sexy, Max, not even that thing could contain you.”
“Yeah…some baby,” added Elsa.
When Max could get his breath, he had his own take.
“It’s not me that’s sexy…,” he said quietly.   â€śIt’s you two.  I can’t tell you what that was like…pain and pleasure, in equal measure…”
“Ooh…you’re a poet, and you didn’t know it,” returned Amora, with a grin.  “But that’s so naughty to c-um like that in your lovely new pants!  Mummy's going to be so angry when we tell her.  She'll probably put you over her knee and spank you!  Unless you'd prefer us to do it...”

[Sandra B]

161.
That first Sunday was a turning-point for both boy babies.  But while Max woke up to the possibilities of escape from his present condition, Luke moved in the opposite direction.  As they neared the playground, two little girls came running towards them.
“Sarah!  Come up the castle with us!  We’ve got fairy cakes!  We can have a picnic in the tower!”
“Great!  Mummy?  Can you get me one too, so I can have a picnic with Daphne and Bea?  And can you get one for Luke, too?”
Luke’s heart sank.  He was reminded of a similar scenario not so long ago in Tinkerton.  But this time he wouldn’t be left behind – unfortunately.
“We’ll get him one,” smiled Georgia.  “And perhaps they’d all like some drinks?”
The two girls’ excitement had subsided into astonishment as they beheld the figure in the buggy.
“This is my new friend, Luke,” said Sarah proudly.  “He’s the biggest baby in the world!  Do you like his romper suit?”
“Is he really a baby?” asked Bea, uncertainly.  “Why’s he got that strap over his mouth?”
“It’s a dummy-holder,” said Tessa, matter-of-factly.  “He’s liable to spit it out otherwise.  But if he promises to be good, and play nicely with the girls, then I’ll take it off.”
“Say you’ll play, Luke,” begged Sarah.  “You won’t be able to eat your fairy cake otherwise…”
Luke was feeling hungry anyway, and looking at the play area, and the older kids hanging out at ground level, he was thinking the turret of the tower might be the safest place to be.  So he nodded his head.  Tessa unlocked his dummy-holder, and tossed it into the buggy bag, but she pushed the dummy itself into the pocket of his jacket.
“Here.  You might need this if you get sulky.”
She undid his straps, and helped him out of his buggy.  The ladies made their way to the cafĂ© and sat down.  Georgia gave Sarah money for cakes and drinks, and Luke and the three girls went to the counter.  There were maybe a dozen people in the cafĂ©, and inevitably they all stared at Luke like a herd of curious cows.  He blushed involuntarily, but he had already decided that his best option was actually to play the baby.  If he could be convincing, perhaps people might assume he suffered from some sort of regressive disease, and treat him kindly instead of making fun.  So he got in character straight away.
“Baby Luke have pink cakey, pleath?” he said to the lady behind the counter, to her surprise but much to the girls’ satisfaction.
“Er…yes, of course.”  She picked one up with a pair of tongs and put it in a white paper bag.
“I want a blue one, please,” piped up Sarah.  “That one with the yellow flower.  We’ll help ourselves to drinks.  Baby Lukie?  What would you like?”
“Lukie want Lukizade,” grinned Luke.
“Lukie-zade”!  Course!”
The plan was working.  The onlookers, seeing no hint of embarrassment, found no reason to poke fun.  Rather they felt the joke, if there was one, was on them.  They looked puzzled, and resumed their conversations.  Luke and the girls took their goodies and, ignoring the stares of the other children in the play area, began to climb the castle.  However, outside Luke was aware he was being watched with undisguised hilarity by two girls of about fifteen or sixteen who seemed to be in charge of some of the younger children.  It wasn’t until he heard one of them giggle, and say, “Isn’t that Luke Peters?  I’m sure it is!” that he recognised them as pupils from his old school.   A cold shudder ran through him.  He climbed faster, and when he reached the little square turret and found two young boys inside pretending to be pirates, he told them to “hop it” in a most unbabylike tone of voice.  Once inside with his new friends he felt safer, but every now and then he took a peek over the side to check whether they were still there.

They played and chatted happily for an hour or so, sitting cross-legged in a circle, eating their cakes and getting icing and cream on their cheeks and noses.  The girls were fascinated by the idea of such a big boy wearing baby clothes, and they pressed him about it until he admitted, yes, he had a nappy, and yes, he did have rubber pants under his rompers, and no, he had no intention of wetting himself.  As to why he was dressed like that, there was no way he was going to admit it was against his will, so the only alternative was to say he quite liked baby clothes, and he didn’t see any reason why anyone shouldn’t be allowed to wear baby clothes, and actually he enjoyed suc-king his dummy, too – in proof of which, he took it out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth.
The timing was unfortunate.  His two old schoolmates, frustrated at his disappearance, had stealthily climbed the ladder to the turret.  He saw something appear at the little doorway, turned to see what it was, and realised too late it was a hand holding a phone.  His eyes widened just as the shutter clicked.
“Hey!  What do you think you’re doing?”
But the girls, squealing with delight, were retreating down the ladder as fast as they could.  Luke then compounded his error by deciding to chase after them, clambering clumsily down the little steps, and only realising when he reached the ground and confronted them that they had been videoing the whole thing!  He felt a total idiot.
“We’ve got you now, Luke Peters,” said one of them, a cheeky red-faced girl with tousled hair and thick thighs.  “Wait till we show this around!”
“No…please…  What do you want?”
“Er…to humiliate you?  Is this what you get up to in your spare time?  Dressing up as a baby and hanging out with little girls?”
“No…I’m just…er, doing it for a bet, see?”
“Liar.  It's obvious you love it!  And we heard what you said to your little friends…”
“What I said…?”
“About your…”  Here the girls almost collapsed with laughing.  “About your…rubber panties!”
Luke stood helplessly, cheeks burning.  What could he say?
“Lukie?  Please come back up…” called Sarah, from above.
“You’d better go, baby.  Your little girlfriend wants you!”
“Maybe she thinks you need changing!”
They were almost crying with laughter.
“P-please don’t show those pictures to anyone.  Look…  I’ll do anything…”
“No chance!”
“Please…”
“Hey, Sandy.  Maybe we should give him a chance.  Know what I’m thinking…?”
They whispered together for a minute.  The other girl, slim and quite pretty, addressed him.
“Okay, Lukie.  Here it is.  Give us your number.  We'll summon you when we're ready.  We’d like to find out more about your…strange hobby.  We promise we won’t show anyone this stuff until then.  Well?”
Luke hesitated, but only for a second.  “Okay. Whatever you say.”
“Okay.  I’m Helen.  Here’s my number.”  She held up her phone.  “Ring me now so I’ve got yours.”
He did as he was told.  The boys had been allowed to keep their phones in case it was necessary for Shirley or their hosts to issue instructions, and a pocket had been provided in the bibs of their rompers.
“Good.  I’ll be in touch.  Now you can go back and play fairies, or whatever it is you’re doing up there.  By the way, we love the rompers.  Wear those when you come to see us, won’t you?”
They took their charges and departed, turning round every now and then to give him a wave.
“Oh, shit!  Why did we have to come here?  What have I got myself into?”
“Oh, I see you met some old friends,” grinned Georgia, coming over.  “We have to go now, darling.  Your new school pants are being delivered tonight, and we want to try them on you to make sure they fit.  Say goodbye to the girls, and hop into your buggy, there’s a sweet.”

[Sandra B]

162.
More humiliation faced the boys that evening, when, true to their promise, Shirley’s latex suppliers delivered their new school pants.  Five minutes before they called at Georgia’s, Violet Canter had arrived with the rest of Luke’s uniform – a little white spandex blouse with stiff collar and cuffs, a school tie, shoes and white socks, a shiny blue and red bomber jacket with the St. Mary’s badge sewn onto the breast, and a little matching rucksack.  She was still chatting to the ladies when the doorbell rang.  Georgia answered the door, took the little squishy package, and hastened back into the living-room.
“They’ve arrived!  Let’s see how he looks!”
“Ooh, yes, let’s,” said Violet, excitedly.
“Come here, Luke,” said Tessa.  “Let’s get you out of those baby clothes.  Lucky boy, you’re going to be a proper private schoolboy tomorrow!  With your own unique uniform!”
“Well, not quite unique,” laughed Violet.  “Max will have the same.  I bet you two will be competing to see which one looks the cutest – which one attracts the most girls!”

They set about dressing him.  On went the blouse, shiny and tight-fitting, except the crisp collar and cuffs.  Violet tied his tie, while Tessa knelt and helped him into his long socks.  Then she held out his puffy blue and red bloomers, and he stepped in obediently, looking far from happy.  She pulled them up, and snapped the waistband into place over his blouse.  Shirley had added belt loops to the specifications, and had provided little red leather belts, fitted with matching belt-purses and phone-holders.  He stepped into his shiny school shoes, and the ladies stood back to admire him.
“What a sweetie!” cried Georgia.  “That’s a brilliant uniform!  I can’t wait to see the girls’ reaction when we walk him into the playground tomorrow morning!  We should put him in a pull-up to puff those panties out a bit, maybe...”
“Don’t look so dismayed, Luke,” said Violet, encouragingly.  “Look, I’ve got something for you that I’m sure will cheer you up.”
She picked up her bag, and pulled out – a lovely straw boater, with a band of blue and red ribbon.  He looked aghast.
“The girls only normally wear these on special occasions, but…well, if your first day isn’t a special occasion, I don’t know what is.”
“That’s sweet, Violet,” said Tessa.  “Know what?  I’m going to get the curling tongs out tonight, and give him some lovely ringlets!”
“No, it’s all right, I’m fine like this…” whined Luke.  But he was immediately outvoted.
“Nonsense.  You want to make a splash on your first day, don’t you?” said Georgia.
“Not really…”
“Goodness!  What a sulk!  Tessa?  How about a little make-up, too.  Just so he’ll fit in…”
“No!  You’ll want me to wear a skirt, next!”
“A skirt?  Certainly not!  We wouldn’t want to hide those pretty pants now, would we?”  She tugged at the leg frills and let them snap back onto his thigh.
“Ow!”
“Don’t be such a baby!  Oh, you are a baby, aren’t you?” she added with a snigger.  She turned to Violet.  “Thank you so much, Violet,  And please thank Miss Trevelyan for allowing him to attend St. Mary’s.  It’s such a kind gesture, and I’m sure he’ll be on his best behaviour.”  She looked at Luke.  “Won’t you, Luke?  You’d better had be, anyway.”
“Oh, don’t worry.  I’m sure Luke knows his place.  And the teachers are quite strict, so if he steps out of line…”  She bestowed a cold smile on the unhappy boy, making him shiver.

Violet said her goodbyes, departed, and headed for Delice’s house.  As she drove, she hummed a childish tune.  It might have been “boys and girls come out to play”…
 
The girls were waiting eagerly for her arrival.  They had held off on trying on his pants, preferring to wait until they could dress him in his entire uniform.  Within ten minutes they had him standing in front of a full-length mirror, staring at himself in dismay, while they screamed and whooped with delight.
“He looks just a cute as Luke,” remarked Violet.  “Is your mum going to drive you to school, Amora?”
“No!  We’ve persuaded her to let us take him of the bus.”
“What?” cried Max.  “On the bus?”
“Yes.  It’ll be much more fun.  And you can get used to being stared at.  Most of our friends use the same route, so they’ll get a sneak preview.”
Max looked like he was about to cry.  Elsa stroked his cheek.
“Don’t be a cry-baby, Max.  If you’re a cry-baby at school they’ll never let you live it down.  Be brave.  Take it from me, those girls are going to fancy you rotten.  Don’t be surprised if they’re all over you at break.  I’ll do my best to defend you, of course, but you know what adolescent schoolgirls are like…”
“I don’t think he knows what St. Mary’s schoolgirls are like,” murmured Amora.  “But he’ll soon find out.  Better get used to having your photo taken, Maxie.  You’re going to be a celebrity!”